Gajanan Mishra Poems

What happened in London?
Three stabbed?
For Syria?
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We are suffering
As they said
Dubious honour.
They have ranked
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Africa, Africa, Africa,
Boiling Africa, Anarchy Africa,
Bleeding Africa, dying Africa.
Let me say again and again
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Making one India,
India, India, India.
India first, for this
Let us bring uniformity
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First life,
Then anything,
Including eternity.
First love,
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Soul and silence,
Silence soul.
Sleep in silence,
Silence sleep.
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Golden hours present,
Present is the golden hours.
Try to know the heart of others,
And go with the nature, my dear,
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Love is love
And nothing else.
Love is neither red
Not black.
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One poetry, only poets
Are allowed and they can
Enter in to this area.
No night, no mad man
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And it's free,
My poetry.
I am a born poet,
Remember that.
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