Treasure Island

gajanan mishra

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

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Imitate not anything
Imitate not anybody
You are free to
Worship your own deity.

Neglect not
Disregard not
Cooperate all
And you are your own
Identity distinct and separate
You are with all though.

It is your own fragrance
That makes you great
It is your consciousness
That takes you to far land
Where there is meeting with the sky
Fly fly and fly my dear, with the service of all
You are with all and all are with you.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 09, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013

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