gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

Anyway You have killed me

Anyway You have killed me.
You have also made me a
Symbol of passion and ignorance.
You have heard some other's prayer and
You did not like to hear me
Before killing me.
Is it not injustice?
Ex-parte decision is not right
Have You forgotten it!
I am still here crying
Even after my death and
Searching the answer.
Why You have made this world
And what for You have made the creatures
Eat each other to fill up belly?
What is the purpose behind it?
Why You have not distributed knowledge
Equally? Am I not in distress
When I am hungry?
You have cut my mouth pieces with Your wheel
Alright. What You have done that is right.
You are great. Let me perish.

Submitted: Monday, August 26, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013
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Crocodile-elephant struggle in the water. Almighty appeared and killed crocodile and save elephant. But why? the question is still here with me. The crocodile kills other animals in the water and eat them as its food as we know.

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