Every day
We start the day in the morning and end it by night
There’s too much sun in the noon
Not so much at twilight
And we have given these names
Like seconds, minutes, hours and days
As if we have tamed the time
And learnt its ways
Because you see, time is infinite
But we can’t understand things beyond a limit
So we clubbed Sixty tick-tocks together
And called them a minute
Then those minutes combined in a similar fashion
And a new word was announced
Which nobody knew how to pronounce
It sounded like letter r,
And it belonged to us
So we called it an ‘hour’
Now in this whole business of making time run
We wanted to involve earth, moon and sun
And i know it might seem like an anomaly
But nothing enraptures public like space and astronomy
So we said, if axis is a stand
And the earth is a cake
Then for one spin, a day is
the numbers of hours it will take
But you see, a single day was lonely
So we gave it a family
We said, when seven of these days are together
They are not alone
They are strong
So we’ll call them a week.
Now there’s this dilemma about days of the week
because
Who even decided to call it Sunday
When there’s sun every day!
And I KNOW Mondays are boring
But who cares, it isn’t today
And lets not talk about the other days
We know, they are just a phase
That lead back to Sunday
And its stupid name
How lame!
We didn’t know to do with these endless days and weeks
So to mathematics, we surrender
We give each day a number
called date, Like a fruit or a dinner
And then like a nerd, we put these numbers
on a piece of paper
And draw boxes and lines
and call it a calendar
don’t even get me started on Gregorian and Roman
I haven’t met anyone who knew the difference between the two.
No one.
And before you complain about month and year
Let me tell you something clear
There really is no need to know this stuff
Knowing these numbers and names is no bluff
Why? Because
Every day is the same
We start the day in the morning and end it by night
There’s too much sun in the noon
Not so much at twilight