Waking Up On Sunday Poem by Nosheen Irfan

Silence serenading down the road
A wall with flakes of paint falling off
Hosting unconditionally a drowsy cat
Basking in the mild rays unmindful
Of the stirring in the treetops where
Sit a few birds in meditational ecstasy
So silent is the morning no whirring
Of engines in the garages where flashy
Cars stand like sentries of the souls
So much peace that it troubles the heart
Used to the races of the heartbeats.