Open Air But Not Open World Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Open air, see,
But you can't see
Open world.
Nothing is open,
Not even the air,
Of course, true.

The very existence
Is behind closed doors.
Letters and words,
Nature and worth,
you can't understand
Here and there.

Image is in line,
Though, nothing fine.
Voice not clear,
Food not nutritious,
And you take nux vomica
With nymph.

Memory loss is common,
Speak anything and
See all are gone.
Truth is being searched
Not absolute, though,
The life of this world.