the best of life is getting born
the rest is but bonus hours.
two scores and a fewer more
are fairly enough to know this.
freer and freer we go all day
and freer and freer all the while
still freer we go all out through
how ever hard we hold our rein.
they say you are unclocked time
and time is not what you are.
what is this very stint?
is it a vacation waylaid by gods?
or is it a trancient thought of void
nowhere staying, straying neither?
it is a series of tiks and toks
meant to meet nowhere once.
No. Don't know. it is bonus. KNOW.JP.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A thoughtful poem, Jayaprakash. Thanks for sharing