Pangs Of Birth Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Pangs of my birth was severe
Due to pressure
Through the narrow passage
Loses of memory
Breathing systems stops
Horrible condition was there.

I fell on the ground from
the abdomen of my mother
Smeared with stool and blood
And play just like a worm
Germinated from the stool
I lost my superior knowledge
And I cried under the spell of illusion.

I was given to the care of a person
Who were unable to understand what I want
I fell in to the undesirable circumstances
And my suffering continued You know, my dear
I was helpless and in my helpless condition
Gnats mosquitoes bugs and other germs bite me
I deprived of my wisdom and I cried
In this way I passed my childhood my boyhood.

O my dear, help me to find you
To search the ultimate truth here
At this time and save from the non-permanent things
And from the ignorance in this darkest region
Here always everywhere there is illusion
And illusion, save me from material gratification.