Wooden Body Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Wooden body,
Wooden house,
Wooden words,
Wooden life.
And everywhere
My thought process
Goes to burst,
Though I am
Not prepared
For all that.

I am not prepared
For anything here,
I know nothing is
Certain and
In uncertainty, we
Moved leaving
The bags and baggage
For no reasons
Thereof at any time
In numbers.

My words shine,
My body shine,
And I need
Some music
To play before all.
I know the night
And the value of
The song at midnight.
I know the mountain,
I want to climb.

The world permits me
To go further,
To write further,
To shine more and more
For others.