About The Calender Poem by Gajanan Mishra

I think not
About the calendar.
In my room
Nowhere you can find
The calendar.
I use not calendar,
The calendar is of
No use to me.
I do nothing with
The calendar.
My words my world
All are far from
The calendar.
I believe not
The numbers, the dates,
The time, space.
I believe I am,
I believe love,
I believe dreams,
I believe the truth,
I believe eternity.
And calendar has
No relations with all.
Believe me and
Take me granted.
I am not chosen
To scatter.
And no one can
Dismember me
From nature.
And in nature,
Useless - calendar.