(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India)

What do you think this poem is about?

Air

Passing air I wait
Fear lull over me
I remember spring game.

I remember how
I kick them out
I remember in the area of
No sun no moon
How I enlightened
With my own light.

Passing air
You will find the garden of life
Beautiful and fair.

Submitted: Sunday, March 11, 2012
Edited: Monday, May 21, 2012


Comments about this poem (Air by gajanan mishra )

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  • Kanav Justa (12/8/2012 10:37:00 AM)

    No sun. No moon
    How i enlightened
    With my own light
    SIMPLY GREAT

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