Careless Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Careless all,
Faceless all,
Soulless all.
And all are
In the body
Not belong to
Anyone of them.

All lightning,
All thunder,
All ash.
And all are
In the mouth of death
All days and nights
With nothing left behind.

No color,
No horizon,
But it is all open
To call anyone
And to show all
The truth
In sands and
In flowers.

All to beat,
All to make them
Wash with holiness.
All signs,
All music,
All life,
They all try hard
To spin with time.