It Will Publish Poem by Gajanan Mishra

It will publish tomorrow,
Today you go and do
Whatever you like.
This area is yours
And it is lighted.
Opening and closing is
Under your control.
You may go or you may stay,
You may smile or you may cry.
Be sure, nothing is there to happened.
Calling bell is ringing, let it continues.
The man is drinking beer entire night
Let him do what he thinks.
But my dear, be cautious while keeping relations
With others at this time today.
Keep it in mind, the words are very dangerous
Your own words may kill you at any time.
Words have no holy days, no tomorrows.
They have their Christmas merry only today,
And alas, today is going away, going away.