Santiniketan
Another day…
Asit Ghosh 8 July 2017
Ah! Again, the bell rings
After 66 autumns and springs;
With all pains and gains,
Through 66 summers and rains.
But, what’s in a date of birth?
It’s indeed of little worth.
Look, when’s my real birth-day
I can’t actually say…
Within the womb was my birth
Before being delivered on this earth.
It’s a day the body is born –
So, what’s there to adorn?
You know the Spirit’s alive
Even before the bodies arrive.
So, the date of birth is a lie
For the bodies are born to die.
Please don’t bring gifts my dears
Only for a couple of years
To console this mortal flesh.
For I’m not my dress!
Soiled, cleaned, torn and stitched
The 66th year it reached;
Like calendars replaced and rolled
Am I 66 years old?
No, not this day of past
To remind me, I won’t last
For the other day is a lie
When I was born to die.
But, my birth is in vain
If I’m not born again.
So, only to that day I nod
When I see the kingdom of God.
I don’t know it though
When that moment will show
But, I’m content to wait
For another day to celebrate.