Gajanan Mishra Poems

No children
But only rhyme
And language.
No oxygen
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Ordinary but rare
My dear, You are.

You are the total
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Is difficult for me
To understand.
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Forget not your life span
Is going to finished.
And you will be degraded
In the evolutionary circle.
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Controls all activities
And controls all.
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You are creating
Your own happiness
And distress
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You are within me
That I know
But I am not You
That I know.
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You are right Tirupathi
This body is full of nectar, my dear
And Almighty is here.
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O my dear, no one wants
To be ugly here.
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