Life circus

Do not call me fire
Do not call me ice.

Love is not a market item I like
Hate is there with it.

I am with spring
in this month of February
In cruel version.

I am calm and
Observing the
Stream of blood.
Because I am here
Spring is with me
Keeping life circus.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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