gajanan mishra

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

My aim is to touch You


My aim is to touch You
O my dear, and rest
I leave to You.

I desire nothing
As You know
And why to acquire
All these perishables.

You are with me
That I know
In the three world
One-Human world
Two-creatures of the world
Third-all the scriptures
And I am busy
In the maintenance
Of the world.

I am also persuading
All to turn to the real
Through word and action
I told all, remember
There is nothing like
Superior of inferior
And if there is any
They are of equal importance.

Submitted: Thursday, May 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013

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giving equal importance to all

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