"To Those Misfortunes" by Sandeep Kumar Mishra

To Those Misfortunes

I worshipped the sun at riverbank,
that's why I didn’t have misfortune
in my golden prediction but still it
soaked my wet aspirations. 

Some people are tourists of youth
but some of us are paying guests,
a single regard is enough
for my soul to speak, hear, touch and see. 

I’m still so rough around my edges
but my cold eyes know each other,
I don't tell stories to gain your pity,
my death is a process but how
do I see lights over the sky 
reflecting on bones of life. 

The timely winds hurling the misfortune
I can read my body, dividing them
as if they were ages,
when I scratched the casket
I knew all water isn't life,
let my coffin be in glisters.

Sandeep Kumar Mishra 

Sandeep Kumar Mishra is the guest poetry editor at Indian Poetry Review. He has received "Readers Favourite Silver Award-21", "Indian Achievers Award-21",IPR Annual Poetry Award-2020 and Literary Titan Book Award-2020. He was shortlisted for "2021 International Book Awards", "52nd New Millennium Award-2021", "Asian Anthology-2021" , "Indies Today Book of the Year Award 2020" and "Joy B Boone Poetry Prize 2021" and "Oprelle Poetry Prize 2021".He was also "The Story Mirror Author of the Year" nominee-2019.

Headshot: Sandeep Kumar Mishra

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