Always The Same Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Always the same-
The sun, the moon, the sky,
The earth, the air,
How can you say so, sir?

Always the same-
The relations here,
The color and time here,
And all blurred together,
You are no one to
Give guarantee sir.

The whole day,
I am searching the light
In presence of the sun, sir,
But it is nowhere.

The presence of the moon
Is of course, intolerable.
Yet I am inviting
For dinner.

All changes made,
Still, nothing is in intact.
Ask not how but see
Everywhere the snow.

Nothing empty,
I must say
And you are to agree with
Me, sir, that I know.