How Much I Am Yours Poem by Gajanan Mishra

How much I am yours a great point to note,
Telling something to please one at the instant
has no role to play in the wider connotation,
As coloring the sky has no value at dark night.

But at deep dark and middle of night everything
is started changing and we mark it after sleep,
Sleep is nothing but a death, forgetfulness is
nothing but preparing for a new life in the morning.

We are acrobats and we know how to go through the air
and we know all lights are here for us, we also know
the 'parrots in full flight' as said paz defy movement
and language and we are forgetting we are for ours.

Time is here to learn and we are running with time,
Words have so much value and that is not a thing to imagine.