Poem By Gajanan Mishra

They all called me
On this number.
They knew I am
Neither blind
Nor deaf.

I toil
I take care
I love
And time-
I repair.

They watched
My conditions
At every moment.
They agreed
To pay
My values.

They all wild,
They all belong to
Enemy side.

And they travelled
Far and far.
They sang life's song.
Joyful they saw
When I change
Mother's gesture.

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