Not A Piece Of The Sky - As Usual Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Not a piece of the sky came
Did not a word also,
The color and the light
All are mystery.
The dark did not come,
Could not come to me.

I had collected all
The necessary items,
It was all amazing
Though not useful.
I could not describe
How the road was,
That was coming to an end.
I was not thinking
How far the unseen, the fate.

While going to and fro
I was seeing my palms
That wre often without lines.
I was telling unheard words
To the man who was with me
Walking as usual silently on the road.
I was not attached with the truth
Who was opening the doors
Without taking my consent.