Each Second Poem by Gajanan Mishra

In each second
I am crying.
Crying is my own duty.
I am so tiny
And so smallest
In timeless eternity.
I am good and fine
You told there.
Echoes of my words
Are in the stars.
My language of wind
Is silent.
And I am consistent
With time.
I am consolidated
With the sky.
I am the Constitution
Of my fly.
Let me construe
I am heavier-than-air
On earth and in ocean
With all heatproof.
And through poems,
And in heart to heart talk
I say I love you, I love you.