When I Sit Down

When I sit down thanks  write the mind drifts away,

I cajole it to focus on the theme, but it audaciously refuses,

The pending chores or those of the next day, suddenly gain limelight,

And, then I get vexed, admonishing my elfish mind for troubling me,

But, no, it doesn’t care, it doesn’t love me like I love it,

Then, I fool it with emotional blackmailing, with a despondent face,

Lo! The trick works, I’m getting its complete attention.