Morning Is Morning Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Morning is morning,
You know, I know.
And it is not evening.
Of course, evening is
The prior stage of morning,
Some say I am not here
To explain on this.
I am going to say about
Inimical and loving mood,
You say both are different path
To reach the same venue,
I am not here to agree with you.
So many are foolish,
Unnecessarily they are
Busy taking advantage of
Beef, mutton, chicken,
Unnecessarily they are
Trying to drag me into
The controversy that has
No meaning to greater life
Of peace and cohabitation.
No hachures is there
Here at us to tag hackney.
We are to proceed further
And we are to rise up and up,
At this time we must not
Discuss the silly matter
That has no role to play at all.
Feeling of anxiety has
Also, nothing to do,
From this very morning,
We should know.