The Time That Is Moving Round Me Now 1 - 3

1 some are going ahead some are going back having my fingers wielded on an old type-writer i’m thinking what should i do a pretty long time passed away since the village alphabet had bade me farewell in my recent thinking there is a severe harikiri the song that i have sung in a deep forest in front of the wild flowers now when i am sitting under the ceiling-fan of the heaven i can see that both the lyric and the tune of the song have vanished 2 this morning i’ve woke up little earlier to observe the dawn the flags of my behaviour are posted in the grass-land around me no one should take them as the handkerchiefs of a demon a group of people is harvesting the paddy of the spring-season i too join them to remember the water-game of the ducks i’m speaking less or keeping mum but there remains so many topics to be discussed the battle of the ballots… the global recession… the climate-change… the terrorism… the joint-force… 3 i’ve made a thorough discussion with myself so many arguments which lead to even so much fighting i see that there has been not much lamentation or brooding not much grief or sorrow not much tension or anxiety of my own all the time surrounding me only is a grey non-attachment and a joy sans any emotion then i think if the rose can forget its sorrow and distress why should I remember them with so much pain and pancreatic problems