Gajanan Mishra Poems

Get free
The life, dear,
With recent origin.
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Oh, moon kisses the hill.
Oh, hill helps the stream to flow.
Oh, stream embraces the beauty.
I am the beauty here, know me.
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I would decide
What is to be done
And when.
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Let me write something,
I know something is to be
Written here.
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Dear,
Talk your
Own language,
In this wordless
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Stay free,
Stay free from
Jealousy.
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About which world
You are talking
I failed to understand.
But I am happy
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A poet is nothing
But a poet, a rare
Specimen.
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Two and two,
Maybe four,
Maybe twenty-two,
Maybe two,
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Great festival of
Western Odisha with
New rice of the season,
Come and let us offer
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