No Need To Keep The Track Of Time Poem by Sudhanshu Chouhan

No need to keep
the track of time.
It'll pass anyway,
leaving you old
and used up.
With skin wrinkling
and mass bulging out
from all the corners
of the body
of which
you are now proud.
Leaving you dumbfounded
and make you realize
that's not wisdom
you thought you had,
there is nothing
you thought you owned,
money's just
a piece of paper,
you are just some nobody
in the crowd.

Okay,
let's not talk about it
because it hurts.
But what doesn't?

Can you talk
about
the Mondays you hated?
Or
the weekends you wasted?
Maybe about
the government that oppress you,
or maybe
the relations that depress you.

It takes audacity
to wear the mask of contentment.
When you wear it, then,
listen to me,
keep it for so long
that you lose the track of time.
The mask will take
shape of your face.
Soon,
it'll become your identity.
And once it has left
its impression on you,
pass it on
to the people
of my world.