Panacea For Freedom
PANACEA FOR FREEDOM
Time enclosed in the date numbers
Lies dormant on leaves of calendars
Life revolves around the pressing days
Moves on course in all possible ways.
Routine activities don’t ever stop
For everything has priority tagged top
As the sun rises undesired on Monday
Day’s drab agenda becomes the fray.
Living needs meeting the demands’ call
Though the time’s sands I can’t control
Restive race with their infinite flow begins
It’s not a secret who in the end wins.
Race lost, the week drains out my energy
Turning a squeezed rag I become cagey
Wonder why days don’t grow wings and fly
Take me to the waiting weekend instantly.
The week travels at its own set pace
Gives me trouble for all the music I face
Till the time the tired sun sets on Friday
My next two days no one can take away.
Days can never turn into birds surely
But Friday brings to me time to fly free
This day acts like a panacea for me
I can decide what and where I want to be.
February 24, 2018
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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