January Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

Years come and go, rejoicing
the beginnings and ends.
All good hearts touch them
with prayers.
On some sunny January morning
I wonder about the Time which
never began, and is endless
though we cut-out years, months
to feel easy and busy.
Lives flutter in it's vacuum
and croon their songs.
And in the morning sun
of January I suddenly find
some unmoved moments holding
un-aged self, like a stranger
confronting me to sing my song.
Now...what a realisation!
at once I was everywhere
in all good hearts singing
prayers for me, not letting
me aside in the morning sun
of January