Gajanan Mishra Poems

Poor I am
With my poem.
Fruits I want
Not my own-
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A man can say
What man is and
In which direction
He is moving.
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Go not,
Dog is inside,
And invite not
Danger.
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Not old but new
Always everywhere
Everything day and
Nights.
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To understand you
I am here,
But to understand you
Is very very difficult.
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No colour
I want to
Show you.
Black, of course
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With your own language
Live easy.
Live easy
With the things you possessed.
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Contrary to all
I proceed forward.

I am the author of my time
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Freedom does not mean
I can do
Whatever I like.
Freedom is to
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No color I see
Anywhere.
I see only white
And white.
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