gajanan mishra

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

Clean Slade


Before going to write something
I am always in a clean slate
But look I am in tranquility
With my own honor own dishonor.

Before going to say something
I am always and always remained silent
It is You O my dear showing me the pictures
Where only my photos are there
And I started opening my mouth and
Words are ready themselves to deliver.

Before going to do something
O my dear it is you who is coming to me
And always used to say worry not
I am here I am here I am here.

Submitted: Friday, April 26, 2013
Edited: Friday, April 26, 2013

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