An Ode to Sloth
You who are a jewel among a crown
of seven jewels that adorn the crown of Sin….
You who are the epitome of inertia
and stand for boredom in merry din…
I wonder what a state your absence
must have devised for us,
without you who’d have pulled us
out of life’s mechanical fuss.
Like Robots we’d have persisted day and night,
Thanks for saving us from slogger’s blight.
I succumb to you, with joy, when I need to shirk,
Away from random bizarreness of my endless work
I have nurtured you in secret
with your seven Virtuous foes,
favoring whom I have been hit in life
by some deadliest of blows.
You also at times become my medium
of delving in a trance,
For making me oblivious to the woes
you are my sole chance.
