gajanan mishra

Gold Star - 69,929 Points (3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

Weight - Poem by gajanan mishra

How I weigh?
Where is the weighing machine?
Since I am in body-cart
Can the weigh-bridge able to
Give the correct result?
Body-cart is not man-made
Body is one type of nectar and pure
Weighing machine and weigh-bridge
Differs in so many aspects
It is difficult to measure You
O my dear since You dwell
In all the bodies.
I learnt from my forefathers
To measure valuable articles
Through eatable rice
Like four rice is to one gunja
Five gunja is to one pana
Eight panas is to one karsa
Four karsa is to one pala
One hundred palas is to one tola
Twenty tolas is to one bhara
Three thousand grains of rice is an ounce
Eight bhara is to one hundred seventy pounds
And like this there are so many measurements
As there are so many forefathers and nations.
To speak the truth, my dear
And I can't say mine is right
Another's is wrong.
Let me say You are immeasurable
And all things all creatures
Of Your world are beyond measurable.
Excuse me, I dare not to measure and weigh
Anything anybody here
I am so poor a creature.

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  • Gold Star - 11,718 Points Tirupathi Chandrupatla (1/11/2014 11:35:00 PM)

    You are immeasurable. How can I weigh myself? Nice poem. Thank you. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 11, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, January 13, 2014

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