Gajanan Mishra Poems

Tell me the name,
Name of the place,
Where intolerance
Is not there.
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I want your love,
I want your mercy.
Let me touch you
With sweet futility.
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My hour of death would be
The symbolic hour of a new era.
New era in purified form,
New era in sovereignty norm,
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I allow you to overcome
Me with my strength.
I welcome you
With your flowers.
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