Treasure Island

gajanan mishra

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

Poems are not for fun


Poems are not for fun
Lives are not for gun.

Life is God's incarnation
Poem is God's manifestation.

Life is the best creation
Poem is life's perfection.

Life exist in expression
Poem is life's inclination.

Poem is the extending version
Life is love's creation.

Life is beautiful and attractive
When poem is not fugitive.

Tell life you are here with poem
We are for love tell them.

Submitted: Thursday, July 04, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013
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