I feel giddy,
Surely the earth rotates and revolves.
Pity, it does so too fast,
Or why else does time move, alas!
I wish the seconds would last,
I wish I were Sisyphus
And could relish this moment
Which tumbles like the sprightly rill
From the mountain and the hill.
I wish I could hang upon the clock hands
As it hurries up and down-
O why do the shadows move
While I am so still?
O, why does the seconds gallop,
Why is it not taken ill?
8/12/2000, Calcutta-63