It is not hot- the sun <br />The age is going on. <br /> <br />It is not glorious <br />Rather furious. <br /> <br />That I want to talk to you <br />My dear son, have patience <br />To mention right and wrong. <br /> <br />The door is open <br />And it is you to make entry <br />Your name often. <br /> <br />See I am a street driver <br />And I am forgetting my own language <br />And the nameless wind tells me <br />About my own identity at this time.<br /><br />gajanan mishra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-is-not-hot-the-sun/
