All Inside Poem by Gajanan Mishra

All inside,
Nothing and
No one is outside.
All said by
Plum headed parakeet.

All flying
The sunflowers and
The butterflies.
All said beautifully
By the gentle breeze.

All passed
In rain and
In summer, but
Nothing to bother.

All are suffering
Here and there
On earth and in stars.
All are going,
All are watching
That are happenings.

Nothing to worry,
All are leaving.
But sorry to say
No one has any
Record of right,
All are outsiders.