Burning Me Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Why are you
Burning me
With my pen
With my paper
Every day?
Looking at
My burning
Mind and body,
The poetry is
Smiling,
I find no reason,
I find no words
To define,
What it means.

The leaves are
As usual
Falling from
The tree,
The bell of
Maa Ghantaswanee**
At the west
Of my house
Is ringing
As usual.
Alla hu Akhbar
Is coming from
Far and near,
What thought is
There I know not,
My dear Aaeeshanee*,
But I see
You are shinning
And shinning.


* my grand-daughter
** village deity