It Is Puzzling

The philosopher had thought it through.
The physicist discovered it anew.
And the poet always knew
That time is relative.

If so, why…why do we all seek to measure 
The millennia and the yugas
With the same empirical clock,
As in a rat race,
And a similar calendar,
Julian, Gregorian, Vikrami or whatever,
Blissfully unaware
That it may be a great blunder?!

—	R. V., Ram
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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