You tie up specific dates
With a string, round of celebrations
Lest you escape
the time
and scatter the calendar
But how to ride
the unconscious mind right?
Only your rage stays
For the lucky few
who escaped from string
and felt the Joy
at every moment of Now
Will you sit more with your anger
and the string round your throat?
Specific dates tie up us. Very finely drafted fantastic poem shared here. Wise sharing.10