Treasure Island

gajanan mishra

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

O My Dear Poet, What You Have Said


Is difficult for me
To understand.

I am very much afraid of You
O my dear poet, You are
Fully absorbed in the thought
Of the Supreme Truth.

See me I am in this material world
I dare not offend You
O my dear poet, offending You
Is very dangerous I know.

O my dear poet, I pray, excuse me for my faults
And make me understand the Supreme Truth that is in You.

Submitted: Sunday, November 10, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 11, 2013

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Poet is the incarnation of Supreme Truth. Poet is the creator.
And I fear not the wind not the fire not the thunderbolts but only the poet.

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