I Don't Count My Days

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