Passing Through Poem by Gajanan Mishra
Gajanan Mishra
Passing Through
I am passing through
Hills and mountains
Forests of bamboos reeds
Sharp grass weeds and caves
I am passing through
Deep dark dangerously
fearful forests
Play yards of snakes owls
And jackals
I am also passing through
Rivers ponds resservoirs of waters
Filled with beautiful
Lotus flowers and seas oceans
Fit for the denizens of heaven
With bees and singing birds
I know You are with me
Throughout my life I am happy.
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4/19/2024 5:50:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
a s long as the God is with us, we feel very safe, when we pass though all these terrains and climes!