For A Piece Of Wood Poem by Gajanan Mishra

For a piece of wood
I am crying and
Also smiling.
I know, I am
Trying to be a wood.

A piece of wood is
Not a piece of metal.
Metal is there
Inside the earth,
But the wood-
Look, above the earth.

The wood belongs
To the tree and
The tree is
Moving skyward.

I need
No wood
No metal,
And I am mortal.

I know
The sky,
That is ready to die.

Let me specify,
I am the sky.

And I am moving
Earth-ward
Searching life
In so many colors.