This is Gajanan
And he knows
The meaning of
Morning and evening
Let us go to him
And ask what is life.
Life is nothing
He would say
But it is a day
And at night
You would not find
Him any more.
Let me say
Gajanan knows
How to arrange
The numbers here.
And in numbers
You can see life.
Life is everything
For us and
We say here it is
In everything and
In everyone here
With bony body.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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