Tonight Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Tonight
While sleeping
I felt
My mother is
Pressing her hands
On my head.
And her soft touch
Gave me relief,
And she said
Worry not, dear son,
No one is there
To kill you,
And all over the world
My language of
Love and truth
Would flourish.

My mother is
Made of earth, I know.
And she is graceful,
And she has a dazzling
And sparking personality.

I am awoke,
And it is dawn,
Red light is there
In the east and
It is spreading
All over the earth.
No demon and no one
Dares to check the sun.

I remember
Every word, every path,
Every place, every one here
With own language
With own identity,
And the world I see
Free and
Full of beauty.