Get Up Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Do the bed;
Undo the dreams and
Come to face the reality...

Chance is remote-
Sun may not rise;
Don't open your eyes wide;
Moths are flitting closing
And opening their wings to
Feel the warm of tiredness;

Wash your face;
Pull out the wax from corner
Of the eyes with nails;

Vision is clear;
The man is not yet lost
In the madness of youth;
Dress up and alight the stairs;

Sip tea in the stall and face the world
Of millions of hungry mouths.