Friday Poem by Gajanan Mishra

I know you,
Dear Friday
I know you,
Not though,
The truth.

But on you,
I write poems,
Recite poems,
Make friends,
Love all,
Forget all,
And pray
For all
To forgive
All faults.

I am not free,
True.
I wonder,
True.
My thoughts are
In the desert,
True.
I am caught
By the enemies,
True.
I am restless,
True.
Skillfully
How to talk
How to work
I know not,
True.

But dear,
I am known to you,
And you are known to me,
You are for all time,
And I am not therein.
But my words
Are the witness
What I am,
Where I am
How I am,
I love my words
I love all of them.