The Dying Day, Unwanted

 

Day! You now prepare to go,

Exactly one thousand years ago

brother your did the same,

Repeat thou now history,

For man’s sake, the millennium new!

 

The ageing process of humanity—

The new millennium,

New hopes and aspirations,

Grew we up by a thousand years,

Thus historically old,

Pretend now to be kids,

And get jumpy-grumpy in pell-mell celebrations.

 

You, who will carry the billions

laden on your chariot,

While they will rejoice,

Unmindful of the old, greying carrier.

 

You, ready to die a universal death

without ageing anyone,

As they pluck off you from

the reach of the biological clock,

Or infinite pendulum’s swing,

Billions of aspirations and load,

Like ant swarms,

they queue up to the holes next—

The looming unknown and dark millennium,

And you who proudly hold

the baton for the last time,

Stand here alone,

watching the mob trudging forward,

You, who like thousand brothers yours

bore the brunt of thousand years’ flurry,

Obeyed the command of God—

‘Falter never or choke!

Let them go!’