No credit
Gajanan Mishra
You are to pay,
No credit-
Standing rule,
Here dear sir.
No tomorrow
But today,
Hope, you are to
Understand the sky.
Time is disappearing,
Dear sir, and you are
Far behind.
Behind death is time,
And it is there
Waiting for you.
Cash-credit,
In the flows of life,
Dear sir, it is
All emptiness,
All grow, self-pity,
Though.
Sensitivity is an absurd term,
And no road to go forward.
Nothing personal, dear sir,
Important is our own natural
Feelings and imagery skill.
The overall effect is direct,
Dear sir, you are to
Understand sky-diving
On this earth.
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