I Feel The Breeze Poem by Gajanan Mishra

I feel the breeze,
I see the angel,
I hear the ocean.
But I am helpless
To reply to them all.

Search warrant is
There in my name,
And I am not moving outside
For fear of arrest.

Believe me, I am
Not opened my history
To you all.
Nothing is hidden, though.

On the floor of
My own house, here
I am busy with self-service.

I shed tears
And I Collected
All treasures.

Nothing but
The gentleness of poetry.