Our Turn Poem by Gajanan Mishra

It is my turn
To speak
Before all.
And you are
All here
To hear.
We are all
Here to perform
Our duties
With all sincerity.

I am the red rose,
You are the stone.
I would like to
Call you,
Move you,
And give you life
For others benefits.

So many are there
Like water and air,
And they are
Waiting for us,
And we are to go
With the sky
On this earth,
That is changing
At every moment.

But it is
My turn
To speak first
And I am here
With you
For all good.

You may justify
My presence
Here, at this time.
I may be excused
For any loopholes,
But I am sure,
I am on the right track
To reach the truth.

Come on with me,
I am with my mother
And talking to you
In my mother tongue
With love.