Gazhal 17 Poem by Prakashsingh Rajput

I flow in air with my feel
No one knows what's my deal

Everyone wants to know my past
But unable to turn my time wheel

Everyone has uncertain life
Whatever best, will it in present

Death is shadow from birth is true
Time is waiting with weapon to kill

Faraway our duty we kept
And wandering in search of meal

We may do crime knowingly
For change or momentary thrill

Depth of death, dead only knows
Prakash only has interest in a Will.