Time is uncountable like life
you don't
know the number of breaths,
nor the
pulses,
hours,
months, years
flow
independent of me.
Everything
in life is independent
my dreams
are not birds
the birds
are not aeroplanes
each object
has its own destiny
my legs
walk, run amble
stagger, tatter
and also ache,
If I count
how many miles
I have
walked, I would
be wasting
my life.
I dream of
work
and work my
dream
If I fail I
do not scream
I rise up
carrying new loads
to plan,
build design of life's
variegated pulls:
If I am
counted by all
I would have
lived
beyond
numbers.
Sabita Sahu
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