Worse than a song slowly fading,
Or waves cowardly withdrawing,
The year disappears, unconcerned
Like a casket beneath sand heaps.
The year steals away undisturbed,
About the truth that most men have
Been alert, watching, and waiting
For seeds that they all hope to sow
And there are some who work and pray
To welcome heroic Comings
Of seeds they Ejaculated
And sowed into here or down there.
Few people wander to their Hearts,
Many others work and wander,
Gazing about with itchy eyes
That know no more the taste of blinks,
The year is not mindful at all
Of whatever class you belong,
Steadily it drips right away
From one and all at the same time.
Can anyone beg any day
To allow no more night at all
Until some catch the things they chase
While others eat what they have caught?
But then the nights here have their work
In seeing that some seeds get lives.
How then can the year sympathise
With the employed who want better,
The unemployed who are hungry,
Businessmen seeking good increase,
The couple thirsty for children,
The parents struggling to feed theirs,
Or singles Searching and searching,
The homeless who wander for home,
Johny-Walkers who need Four-wheels,
Those in school losing sleep for Grades,
Those off school seeking admission,
And Josephs who live for their Dreams.
Alas! All do hunger and thirst!
Yet the year sinks out of all reach
There’s no one who can alter Time.
What then? Are we now hopeless here?
O! No! We are even Favoured
’Cause the passing time helps the wise
To wake and work out Salvations
Except one is too dead to wake.
But, you’re awake so Work and work
With the Precision of the year
For soon and very soon my dear
Like the year, you’ll drip out of here
To where Faith or lack of it gives.
Monologues & Leaps 