My Expiry

Poem By Bichitra Anand

My Expiry

I understand
You have stamped
My manufacturing date
On me and everywhere.

You have solved
Everybody's problem,
Biggest problem
Of the world thereby.

But, my Creator!
Creator of all my problems
When shall you stamp
My expiry date in bold?

Comments about My Expiry

He is not so fool to notify your last date.
He has not forgotten. It is His policy so as to enjoy the flexibility by way of interim manipulations. Thanks, dear friend.

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