Woman 1 Poem by Gajanan Mishra
Gajanan Mishra
Woman 1
You are the mustard oil
You declare yourself
necessary evil.
It is you also
who call yourself devil.
You are there to say
something always
It is you to decide
what is night
what is day.
Where to go with you
I do not know
I know the begining or
the end is also
not known to you.
You lovely Woman
I am here to
start you again
and it is you
to put in proper place
that is there
in the terrain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gajanan Mishra
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/11/2024 10:04:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
