Gazhal 34 Poem by Prakashsingh Rajput

I am a tourist, I am in travel
For some people, I am a novel
There are some pages, self oriented
In some pages, society stated
My path unknown, my aim untone
In touch with mud, my every bone
It sounds a consonant, it sounds a vowel
A sky expanded, is in my eyes
Everyone has, a hope to rise
My journey may be, short in terms
My history enters, in depth as sperms
Just innocence, is identity mine
For health of world, my thoughts are wine