I wish I could do just more

Here is a poem composed by me. It talks about a feeling that solitude sparks in us and this poem narrates couple of things which I witness daily...

The morning sun calls the day,
The candid cold bites me to wake,
 I have a place to go,
Unwilling to follow again the daily routine,
But "Worship thy work" shall be my need,
Dozen of hours it lies ahead,
Again I whisper to myself today,
I wish I could do just more.




I walk by the road in mornings,
Few ducks having a splash in the gullies,
They toddle making the place around wet,
Freshness covers their opening wings,
Preparing to live another day,
This sight repose me a feeling,
And I just say to myself,
I wish I could do just more.

I see a small house, home to an old lady,
Assailable it lies beneath a tree,
Shadowed by its huge branches,
Open to the stray dogs and cats,
Always a gentle breeze exists around,
Passing by the place monotonously it pulls be back,
An innocent creature that hides in a shack.

Now the freshness is gone,
Loneliness do abide,
Shadows dim away bidding me goodbye,
Time that has gone by never lets you die,
Memories now ask me,
Dont you wish you could just do something more?