Collecting Words - Poem by Gajanan Mishra
Collecting words in your
field of emotion I stood first.
With my own laugh and own cries
I proceeded further in the light
of new moon day.
Life-forest is dense,
Scattered sky is there only,
The rain is going outside
holding my hands and is telling
O poet, come on, to measure the clouds.
Let me free from your kiss-prison first,
Let me get my body uncovered with truth,
let me write a poem in your words-love
Let me stay here a moment more beyond count.
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