Gajanan Mishra Poems

Who is invisible
I know not.
I know not
Your original form.
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I want just to
Live with you,
With the truth.
I know, I am
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As cooling as
A lotus flower -
Your feet,
Your eyes,
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I am waiting,
Waiting for an opportunity
To strike,
Strike at the right point.
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Where there is dream,
There is suffering,
There is living,
There is painting,
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All non-sense,
Renting a womb,
Leading to
Lower value of
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Nothing to possess,
Still, I am here,
Alive.
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My treasure house is
My body.
Everything is here
And I discover them all
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But we all are
Going back
To the truth,
And the truth is
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The great river - The Mahanadi,
Our identity - The Mahanadi,
Source of livelihood - The Mahanadi,
But the Mahanadi is dry,
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