Poems and Poetry

To Cool in Long Years | A Poem by Krushna Chandra Mishra

All these years
these twenty five years
earning wages more
than my work meant due,
I suffer a poor man
ruined by diseases
and good thoughts,
that only in their incapacity
have seen evil grow
with formidable force
to oppress simplicity
everywhere in a crookedness
that defeated chastening motives
if these any time surfaced
in the volcanic way erupting
to cool in long years after
heat and fire have done
their sure superb work.

Whom I was meant
to serve helped me
to forget me, my job,
my own interests
and theirs own
enveloped in them;

I am left to wonder
if still I am left
with anything that
would prove of use
to any here or

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