By Breaking Butter Pot Poem by Gajanan Mishra

By breaking the butter pot,
You would not get anything,
Here or there, that I know.
Here see me, I am overflooded
With tears for the reasons
Best known to the sky.

Who is bewildering the common man?
The answer I want to know from you.
Though, they are all inconceivable
To my limited thinking power.

I am here calculating my time,
That is at your disposal and
I am ready to pay the fees that are
Due at the time of departure.

But perfectly I can say what is
Going to happen at this time
At our very presence. I know and
I can say, we are all at a time
The man, the fish, the animal,
The bird, the air and the very water.

You are searching me, no doubt,
But you are not looking within
Where I am playing with you,
Taking all the truth by default.

Life is all but a machine
With affectionate gesture,
No one is there to take the credit
But one's own father and mother.