Abhay Mishra


Nomadic life-like fleeting breathe
With joyous moments on piggyback
And exaltation trailing

For a moment, over the moon
The next moment wailing
What made you come? For where you go?
Folks kept on hailing.

Ask not where do I go?
For I have to keep on sailing
Picking up something from the world
And bestow, without failing.

Two words said and two received
Giggling and bawling
Sipping happiness and sorrow
Wrapped up in one feeling.

In this world of scroungers
Enroute happiness tilling
And like a mark on heart, we run
With dark failures stealing

We cared not for respect, or despise
But were seen freely twiddling
We greeted and embraced the death
In open air, arms stretched wide, kneeling

We have no notions of bad and good
Changed our course, without complaining
Throwing our wishes in the cell
And over the heart, jinx ruling

Friends and strangers, whoever be
We wish they keep on blooming
We threw our hands across in care
Now-we take-off from their ceiling

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 25, 2008

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