Days

Mohor Ray
1 min readDec 28, 2016

Little One,
A year is too long
a span of time
to celebrate or mourn
a definite recollection
of all that has been.

A year is too long
a measure of memories
to savour
the delights & dismay
that came to be.

But a day,
a day is just right
to live,
like it’s never been lived before.
A morning of
infinite potential.
An afternoon of
rosy respite.
An evening of
starry dreams.
And a night
that gently turns over
into a new morning
of infinite potential.

A day is tiny enough,
To forget the disappointment
of the little seedling
that wilted in a cup.

A day is tiny enough,
To remember in vivid detail
the smell of winter air
and how we sang at breakfast.

Don’t mind the grown-ups
as they flounder and flail,
to abridge the year—past & new
into a definite resolution
of sorts & thoughtful gravitas.
For you know,
that a year is just
a motley crew
of many little days.
And tomorrow’s always
new.

—Mamma

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Mohor Ray

Designer of brands, words & ideas. Cofounder Codesign.