Hoard Not Anything Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Hoard, not anything,
Hoarding would not help
Anyone at any time.
And we are all
On the crossroads
And we are to go out from it.
Let life go
On the way it so like,
And let the wind pass
With the life herein.
The sky is not broken,
I am sure for anything.
No one is capable to
Stop the star there.
And life lacks something,
And what is that,
That I am searching.
The night is calling me,
I also assured
To go in due time.
The day is waiting to
Complete the work,
So allotted, with me.