Ode To My Old Calendar! Poem by Debasish Mishra

O my dear old calendar,
U've been 2 me so kind & tender;
U hid d cracks in my wall
& gave a new look 2 my hall.
U sheltered d lizards, allured d flies;
Attracted attention of d eyes
That passed u ever-in night or day:
I'm sorry but u've 2 go away.
U're d breathing body of Time;
The God, guide & compass of mine;
The soul of Truth & my true friend:
But ur journey has to end!
Like all good things, u've to retire
2 a dustbin or the street-garbage-fire
A new calendar-young & smart
Will fill this space as u depart!