Time? Poem by Gajanan Mishra
Gajanan Mishra
Time?
Time?
What is that?
Is it in my pocket?
I am confused,
When you uttered
The word.
But my pocket is empty,
And yet, you said,
I have stolen it.
If it is so,
Let me go.
I am not the one
Who can show
Everything.
And it is not possible.
Say what you like,
You have a mouth.
But I am here
To go on in my work.
It is not that,
I am not listening you.
Yet, I am on the side
Where there is truth.
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