What Will You Do Poem by Gajanan Mishra

What will you do
With my date of birth?
If you are to do something,
Do, on the date of my death.

But date is not there,
That I am sure, and
You have nothing to do
This is the only truth.

If you have any wish,
Throw that on the fire.
The fire is there
To make you a star.

Ask not me where is the pain,
Pain is there within
Though not with the hair
And with the skin.

My first word is the link,
Link in between the earth
And the sky where
You can fly.

But where are you,
That I want to search.
And I am sure, without
You I am parched.

Do ask me whateveer you like,
Though expect not the answer
That you want to listen
While I am on the point of finishing.