Refugee Poem by I.P. GOPIKRISHNAN PISHARODY

I am, the refugee of my mind;
hear, my grief and pleasant
May be, you would see in unique.
It brought me, in the game of life;
the depth of sea, that never shows
in the vein of day and dark,
they bring the life to lie.
Rain, that cools to the earth,
the river, that flows to the sea;
that innate the entire grime.

I never pester my mind,
Where she says, a amid lover
I will not desecrate the time,
where too sprint in my life;
like a golden fish,
playing, in a goblet pot.