Call Me Later, Please. Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Call me later, please.
See, now I am busy.
Busy in day to day work.
I have to finish my works
Within the time
Prescribed by you.
I have to count the birds,
I have to measure the sky.
I have to go to the lane
And tell the men the news
That are there with them.
I have to return the oil
To the wholesaler that are
Outdated and direct him
To do the needful.
Ask me not at this time,
I am with my mother
And my mother is ill.
Come on please, I am here
And telling you everything
In my mother-tongue
On this mother-land.
Am I not free here
To describe my pleasure
That are so clear?
To hear, call me later..