No bar

There is no bar to play
no bar to sing
we are in the
campfire waiting.

In the Sky
recruitment is
going on
jump if you can.

Why are you
afraid of
kissing hugging
my sweatheart.

What is the future
existence is question
we make law
It is we to
beat bush.

Worry not
the house is full.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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