Treasure Island

gajanan mishra

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

When You Think, My Dear


Of the sense objects
There is attachment
And from attachment
Desire springs up
From desire ensues anger
From anger arises delusion
From delusion loss of memory
From loss of memory
Destruction of discrimination
From destruction of discrimination
You perish, my dear, listen and
Cautiously hear.

Submitted: Thursday, July 25, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013

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Knowledge from The Gita, This knowledge is necessary to lead of successful life here in this world.

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