Lock, Stock And Barrel Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Lock, stock and barrel,
Nothing is there to quarrel.
It is all flood, hours together
We are struggling with water.

It is true, we are the faculty members
And we are taking responsibility
for all works that are being done
by anybody here as they are ours co-fighters.

We are here and we are taking steps
how to stay for a longer period
We know though there is nothing in it,
and we ourselves are nothing, it is clear.

Am I not sufficient to certify who am I?
Have I no right to live with full dignity?
Who is there to give me respect and honor
and for what I know not here.

Be a soldier of this earth and keep peace,
Each and every corner of this earth is yours
That I can say openly here, nothing to quarrel
Just think for a while, you have to hand over the light.