The Moon Is Sleeping Poem by Gajanan Mishra

The moon is sleeping,
And the sun is the guard.
My cat is climbing
The tamarind tree
In front of my house.
While saying all these
Take me granted
I am not an ordinary man.
I am also not hankering
To get benefit of any kind
From anyone here.
Yet I am with the sky
And the air is giving me
Everything that I need.

It is fact I am ageing
It is fact the river is
Going to dry.
Yet I am not hopeless
I think it is the right time
To go anywhere here.
What I am telling
Just hear it
No one can tell like me.
It is not easy to go
Outside this, crossing
The words that are live.
Okay, if you say, darkness
Is there, I must rebut.