First Thing We Do, Let Us Stop All Clocks!

Stop all clocks

Drown all chimes

Make all time still

When the rush is over,

When galloping intentions are calmed,

May be we would explore nature’s wondrous journey

To notice that we have been enslaved, yet again!

Our primal ancestors looked to the sun

Morning and Evening they called time

Now, 7.32 a.m.—So what is so magical about that?

And for that, 32 minutes lateness creates haggard faces,

Overlapping vehicles, hooting, running machines

Did I miss the meeting?

I mean when they were portioning time?

So, bells ring to tell of time

To tell me to eat, to rest, to go home, to marry

If I eat in the morning, their bullet eyes sear through me

If I watch the Sunrise, they say ‘Lazy Goat there’

When I speak, they stare into their watches

Kinsman, when we speak we greet, ask of our clans,

Whether the Nanny Goat gave birth, who gave birth,

Who died

And we don’t waste time

That is a fictitious concept

I would have finished this poem

But sorry, the bell has rung

I need to move to another thing

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In response to Carry on Tuesday # 145