happy birth day O dear |
it is hanging here,sitting there, it is all over |
it has chased me as long as I can remember |
pretends to be alive with a pretty face its cover |
this dead thing is well-known to us as calender |
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today my calender has a reminder |
it is telling me "happy birth day O dear" |
and has given me a new odd number |
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impossible to fit life in to a calender |
because it is far too studier |
where as life flows like a river |
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at times life strolls like river in hot desert |
some times cruises like stream on mountain |
and I can not keep pace with this calender |
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calender, I can't do whatever you require |
and this time, I swear, I will not surrender |
everybody need their own personal-calender |