Pop up
Gajanan Mishra
Pop up, pop up,
What is that I asked.
I find no one
Here there anywhere.
It is my failure,
I am a realist of my
Believe, though.
No identity crisis,
Let me clear
Here there anywhere.
I defind myself
While nurturing
My own shape.
Pop up, pop up,
Who is there and
So anxious to make
Life complex!
I am having my own
Idea, you may
Like or dislike,
I care not.
Living is a long term game,
And we are all players,
We are attached to,
Failed to understand, though.
With confidence
I can say I am being encountered
By time from layers to layers.
Tapobana, Titilagarh-767033
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