Hissing Sound Poem by Gajanan Mishra

1

Hissing sound,
Unsteady ground.
Nothing worst
Go and search out
Round and round.

Shorter and taller
All the same.
Natural and unnatural
All game.

Pattern changed,
And still
Life is to be lived.
Topmost priority be given
To human living.


2

Day and night
Here I am
To cry to sing.

Here it is life,
And love alone.

Here I am to
Display all delights,
Here I am
With lilies
With humility.

I am to see
The bright sight.
To live
I am to fight.