Ambassador Poem by Gajanan Mishra
Gajanan Mishra
Ambassador
When I was a child
My dream was to sit
In the ambassador.
When I entered in to
The service in this world
My District Magistrate
Was coming in the ambassador.
I was watching the ambassador
With my hungry eyes.
Time passed,
I have forgotten my dream,
The form of life, the way of life
And the toast to life, related to ambassador.
Today with my swift I see it passed away.
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4/18/2024 6:02:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice poem. Dreams do always die for most of us. I think the words “in 1978” on line 5 are not needed. I love the lines: Time passed, I have forgotten my dream, The form of life, the way of life …” Very nice.