Gajanan Mishra Poems

In secrets
Everything is
being manufactured.
In open
...

Man is man,
Man is the image of God,
and man has no religion.
...

Shut up
and it is good.
If opened,
It is disturbed.
...

And she is watching the sun
with rainy water since the morning.
And she engaged herself in terrific fight.
...

I am useful,
Only so long as
You are there
with me.
...

You, the sky,
You, the stars,
You, the earth,
You all are
...

Let us sacrifice ourselves
for the welfare of others.
Let us sacrifice ourselves
for humanitarian intent.
...

If I am qualified,
If I am deserving,
Supreme Truth of life,
Be told to me.
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