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I watched Wonder Woman recently
On the big screen with my wife,
Where the super heroine was trying to find Ares,
The Greek god of war, to stop
Animosity in this world. I guess, everyone is fighting
Their own wars. The war that
Is most closest to me, is the one
Between rest and work, especially on the weekend,
When I’m like a sloth bear
In hibernation. There are no antidotes
To make you active. Now at 41
I’m an anti-thesis of myself in the 20s
No TV to watch, no sports to follow
No time to charge with electricity
And make it run faster. How time slows you down,
I ponder. You’re like an elephant, that measures
His steps, slow as a gastropod,
Learning that time is Ares, the god of war, warring with
Our hearts, when we are challenged
To make our limbs industrious and busy.
I wish I was an Indian salesman
In Bihar, so ant-like, so bee-like
So-work oriented. The throne, our 8 by 7 bed, looks so
Calm now, lifeless as a rock,
As I feel time sediment on my skin.
I have become, in my own unique way
A specimen for the geologists.