gajanan mishra

Gold Star - 36,508 Points (3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

It Is Not Hot- The Sun - Poem by gajanan mishra

It is not hot- the sun
The age is going on.

It is not glorious
Rather furious.

That I want to talk to you
My dear son, have patience
To mention right and wrong.

The door is open
And it is you to make entry
Your name often.

See I am a street driver
And I am forgetting my own language
And the nameless wind tells me
About my own identity at this time.


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own identity

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013


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