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Madhuchanda Bhattacharyya

Abstract Drama


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Madhuchanda Bhattacharyya

Abstract Drama


The Time Trap

The Time Trap

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“So long” says the minute,

I’m joining the hour,

And before we know it,

It’s not in our power.

 

The hour collects them,

Sixty in every bunch,

Twelve lots in the morning,

And twelve after lunch.

 

And so the day swallows,

The twenty-four friends,

Time as we know it,

Really never ends.

 

Except that we’re given,

A credit account in our name,

And until we meet our Maker,

It remains in our domain.

 

And so we ‘manage’ it,

With calendar and clock,

Reminder and diary,

Still it runs amok.

 

“Sorry, I was busy”,

The commonest refrain,

(My job’s crucial,

Everything’s a bane.)

 

I call a meeting,

At half past ten,

Three members trickle in,

At eight past eleven.

 

 “I was late to work,

(By a whole hour)

The mother-in-law who’s visiting,

Slipped in the shower.

 

And the orthopedic surgeon,

Has a daughter down with mumps,

He was late to the clinic,

And beleaguered with grumps.”

 

By then I was weary,

Of the story of the morn,

Couldn’t bear to hear how,

The others’ schedules were torn.

 

Our schedules are dependent,

On a million different things,

You can never tell with mothers-in-law,

And what the day brings.

 

It also helps to concede that –

We do rave, rant, and cuss,

But the more we try to manage time,

The more it manages us.


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