Clock

Clock



I, a clock, was hung on the wall
E'en before I started to work.
Working silently from the hall,
I started my lifelong work.

I strike six every morning
To tell the mother to wake up.
I strike seven for the father
To make him get ready for office.

The girl avoids looking at me
Till she's getting late for school.
The boy always wishes,
I break down and stop working every soon.

Mother looks ast me from kitchen,
Father looks at me for cricket timings.
The boy looks for playtime,
While the girl wants to reach her dance classes.

Tense family faces look at me
Every morning, during the week days.
I am ignored mostly on Sundays,
Though I work for them every day.