Miss Call - Life Poem by Gajanan Mishra
Gajanan Mishra
Miss Call - Life
Miss call,
I do not like
At all.
I want to talk,
Though, with
Big and small.
I do not like
To touch.
But without touch
How can I
Enjoy poetry,
Of course, good question.
I want to see
Nothing here,
Eyes are here
With me, though.
With ears,
I want to hear,
No sound can
Change me, I know.
Am I a rock,
No, never,
Known to all.
And a rock feels no pain, And an island never cries... I sense that you cut off your senses in order to block out the pain, but you desire to interact and share. Good poem, Gajanan.
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5/5/2024 8:13:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Eyes are here! ! Thanks for sharing.