Not Biscuits Poem by Gajanan Mishra

You cannot tell me biscuits,
Neither I call you the same.
I know biscuits are not cheap
Either in the nearby market or
In the house where I reside.

I came neither from urban
Not from rural, but my research
Goes through both where I find
The vote banks not for me but
For them who are accustomed
In drinking and eating live.

Time is to start but where and
When that is to be decided by
Both of us here right now.