Privacy In Writing Poem by Gajanan Mishra

I don't believe
Privacy in writing
In eating in sleeping
In living in dying.

I believe in batting
And also in fielding.
Here see I am
A midnight passenger
With no despair
But I must say take care.

This area is called desert
But I am to move forward.
And while moving I feel
All monuments are within me.

The language of snow is
There in the fire and
I feel it in each antique tongue.

I welcome you old and young,
You please feel this place as heaven
And stop not anywhere and you are
Not allowed to stop anywhere also.

Anything more? If no
Proceed a head everbefore.

Okay then,
In my writings let me go.