Treasure Island

gajanan mishra

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

I Am The Saint


I am the saint,
I am the sage,
Know his world
My hermitage.
If you have
Any doubt, my dear,
By seeing me
That can be clear.

Without the quality of
Saintness no one would
Be a poet here.
Without the quality of
God no one would
Be a ruler.

Without the divinity
No one can be a donor,
Without the knowledge of
Love and art no one
Can be happy in this world.

I am the poet,
You can call me
By any name
As Shakespeare, as Wordsworth,
As Kalidas, as Tulsidas,
Time to time, my dear
I am writing poems
Only for You
Only to establish
Love and truth.

Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, July 15, 2014

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