Treasure Island

gajanan mishra

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

Smile For Peace


Smile
Smile and smile
Like lily like jasmine
Like rose like champak
Like lotus like sunflower
O my dear, smile and smile.
With smile love emerges
With smile you become united
With smile you are in peace
Remember no dog smile
Remember no corpse smile
Heart-full smile is a necessity.
Smile smile
And smile smile
Remember my dear smile not
Like Draupadi that would
Be a prime cause of a great war
You are here for peace nor for war.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 14, 2013

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For peace not for war

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  • Douglas Scotney (8/13/2013 9:40:00 PM)

    When she realised she couldn't be stripped
    did she smile at the power she had
    to smile at a man, then refuse him?
    That Goddess of Teasing, Gaji,
    did she abuse that power she had? (Report) Reply

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