Dying Night Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Gajanan Mishra

Gajanan Mishra

Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India
Gajanan Mishra
Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India

Dying Night

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Night is dying,
Not the moon.
It is all your
Shadow-play
That I know.
Air is there,
Grace is there,
Beauty is there,
It is all yours.
But my memory fails
With your thunder-music
That I know.

I am, see with my poem,
With your nectar-flame.

Friday, November 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Gajanan Mishra

Gajanan Mishra

Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India
Gajanan Mishra
Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India
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