I Am Going To You My Dear, Wodsworth Poem by Gajanan Mishra

I am going to you, my dear Wordsworth, wait there
I desire to be there in your vision of beauty that is fair.
I am envious of you as you have no enemy here and there
I also want to take shelter of a tree that has no fruits or flowers.
I want to suffer and like to acquire water, my dear
I find simply illusion and mirage and I run after.

Where are you my dear Wordsworth, see me listen my words
I am here jumping in to a shallow river
I am here begging food from the person who is not a charitable one
I suffer from burning heat of this household-forest fire
I am deprived of enjoying life and being plundered by my
Own representatives leaders in the name of different taxes.

My dear Wordsworth, I am not able to stay stable here and there
Be kind to me and show me the path of nature as a poet and a co-worker.