Gajanan Mishra Poems

My anxiety is
Useless that I know
And I am in my
False intellectual
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Power prestige
Pleasure prosperity
Poet just wants to see
Through his inner eyes
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In social medias
I am going to walk
With my poems
Where I am sharing
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Doubtless,
I am yours.
Doubtless,
You are mine.
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I start to die,
I start to die
The day, I am born.
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Let us sacrifice ourselves
For our own mother
And mother-tongue
And mother-land.
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Honour, praise,
Prosperity and pleasures
All are blazing fire
And we are going towards it
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If you want to cry
Cry at night alone.
But there is nothing
To cry and still if
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Coal coal, fire fire
Go not there, go not there.
Black and red
Take care, take care.
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Who is giving farewell
To whom and for why
Knowing nothing we are
Anxious here and putting
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