It Is A Day Poem by Gajanan Mishra

It is a day,
I do admit.
But I can't say,
The name of the day
And I am not inclined
To agree with you
It is so and so day.

I am not in favor of
Division into seven
Or fifteen or thirty.
I know each number
Is imaginary and not real.

Unnamed all,
And tell something beyond number.

It is not spring,
And we are not coming to the picnic.

Please realize
We are one and one, and
Not separable.
And we are one in the other,
One against the other,
One around another
As said somewhere by some one.

And for this,
Let me say
The day- a rose,
The day- a pool,
The day- a river,
The day- a cloak,
The day- a name.
And we are not ready
As yet to play any game.

Let me say
I am satisfied with my
Flesh and bone,
With my dust and date,
With my power and star,
I am beyond everything,
And beyond everyone, dear sir.