gajanan mishra

Gold Star - 35,597 Points (3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

No Place For Rest - Poem by gajanan mishra

No food to eat
No water to drink
I am hungry and thirsty
And still I am going
Going on the road of hot sands
And forest fires
This is my hard life
I am passing under
The scorching sun
This is my life here
On this earth
I am under the clutches of
Death and death and death.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

death's clutches

Comments about No Place For Rest by gajanan mishra

  • Rookie - 24 Points Sudama Panigrahi (10/11/2013 10:08:00 PM)

    So dark and so true sir....then life is like that. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 31, 2013


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