Believe Me, Sorrow Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Sorrow,
Not an apple that you could cut it and go on eating and it would digest itself so easily!

Sorrow,
Not a balloon that you can pump it and it would float in open sky before your eyes.

Sorrow, I know and I failed to know its place of origin and how it germinate on its own even at times without watering!

Anyway, each one is here ready to describe his own but smile and laugh at others when situation not in favour.

Wait, dear brothers and sisters, and let me finish my own for you with all nothingness falsehood.

Believe me, I am trembling in and with my own world and crawling and swimming with no water and going nowhere for fear of self so true to words.

Tapoban, Titilagarh, Balangir
Odisha, India
07.08.2021