Corn Field Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Corn field that is there
Is not mine and I used to
Go there every day and night
The sun and the moon forget
To tell me the time correctly
And I reigned over air or air
Is there within difficult on my
Part to assessed before all
And I am jealous for your life-breath.

I thought to returned to
Original place of mine and
You failed to give my location
Properly and the water scattered
Through out my room that was
No more green-book for me.