Full Of Holes Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Though, I am not here
To pick holes in any one,
Yet I am here to point out,
See, your own ship
That is in deep sea,
Full of holes.

My own home is in fire,
And fire is in me,
Though I am cautious,
I am burning, no ash is
Here to seen and I
Failed to jumped over
The ship that is sinking.

I hope, some one is there,
To do something for the sake
Of the sea or the air
Itself stop there for the sake
Of the sky or I myself
Will comeout from the house
To declare, worry not friends,
Nothing is there to happen.

Anyhow we are to reach
At the end, we know though
No such place is there.
We know return journey is
Not possible from here and
Hence we move forward reckoning
Oursleves as the best sailors
And we all together know our
Own strength, nothing to blame.