
I asked it... Why are you lazily hanging on our garden wall.. And Mr. Agama recited out to me .....
"I love the warmth of the Winter Sun,
As much as I hate it in the Summery days…
Why is that so, I don’t know
I amuse myself, now and then..
As I love to bask myself, I am warming up
There is the pleasant feel, I am relishing.
As my body is kicking up…
To take the jump!!
There you see me…
In the garden, on the verandah
In the field, on the roof top.
In the courtyard, on the wall
In the parchment, on the pavement…
But every time you see me..
I am under the sun,
Now and then….
I love to bask
I am lazy and a bit sleepy, of course then sluggish..
And so is the weather…
The sun is going to make me agile
In a while….
And so I am here to bask
And then get back to my daily task."
- Amrita Tripathy