Gajanan Mishra Poems

Death is my wife's white saree
Death is my garden's white tulip
What I want to say to death is
That I am not ready
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Don't get attached
Everything is okay.
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Death! death! where is death?
Call death here! let me see death.
What color is death?
Is it really black?
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I see no other doer
Other than You is here,
My dear.
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Sitting on this seat
I am enjoying the scent
Carried by the wind.
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Goodbye beautiful days
Goodbye happiness
You said Taslima
My dear poet
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Nobody is so powerful to
Violates the rules of social order
To escapes the stages of life.
Falsehood fraud dishonesty forgery
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You are nobody here
It is better to
Stay in equanimity
In all matters
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In real service
You can not find
Any self-interest
And ego.
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Attachment arises
When I assume
Affinity with You.

O my dear, attachment in subtle form
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