gajanan mishra

Gold Star - 69,266 Points (3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

Old Friends - Poem by gajanan mishra

I see my old friends here
The cows and the birds
The creepers and elephants
The trees and the mountains.

I see myself here
And I see and hear their welcome
I feel transcendental ecstasy
Liberation perfection.

What I see what I feel
Are true but not whole truth
Whole truth is get yourself free
From all desires designations.

O my friends, come
Let us convert ourselves
In to transcendental purity
By purified senses.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 2, 2013

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