Gajanan Mishra Poems

Yes, for you
And only for you
I write men.
Where are you
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I know dear men,
Rare you are, so rare
Here in this world.
Rare your knowledge
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Recite your own name
And know its importance.
Know how it goes on
On its own with name
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And nothing more I want
But a living flower. I know the flower is coming under living being, and only it can give me everything necessary to live on to touch eternity. Only a flower and nothing more is there.
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All love,
All truth,
In life,
In living.
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1

My language
My love.
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Endless cycle
Gajanan Mishra

Oh yes,
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1
Oh, you step forward with your own language. Understand the world as it is and move in a better and efficient way. You are separated by your language from all others.

2
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They are on war, they know not value of peaceful life here and there. They are on fire, they know not air. They are there, take care.
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Nowhere to go but to face the war, no language is there to utter any word.

The word, itself is dangerous, and I see and I feel all useless.
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