It Is Cold And Cold Poem by Gajanan Mishra

It is cold and cold
This world, this life.
It is our fear,
It is our illusion.

Let me tell you something
And it is truth
Though not palatable
Though no one is here to welcome.

It is my colorful dream
It is my world with flowers
Let me return back to my
Own platform of joy.

Tell me about the falling of
That dry leaf from the tree
In this winter, my dear.
I fear, I may not be here
At the next moment,
It is but obvious.