My Time

Morning tea at 7

breakfast at 9

lunch at noon

but what about life

laughter and other nuances

which make living minor

running around  trees

holding a bouquet for the guest

reading Shakespeare

writing to my love at odd hours

and again the same routine

of tea lunch dinner

no...no---no 

where's my time?

I'll break the clock 

burn the calendar

I'll fix my time 

to live and live simply

till my hair goes gre---y ,

for a millennium with my love

to go for my golden honeymoon

near the churchyard of God.

Sabita Sahu