Immobility Seasons
Do not ask any question
Answers are difficult to find
Do not go deep
It is difficult to come out.
Dusty road a head
And well-tempered light
Do not see the sight.
Male or female ghosts are there
Do not go with anybody
Echoes shadows reflections
May allured you in the middle.
What is known about the sky
No wings are here to scattered
And you know I am not here
To answer you any question.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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