gajanan mishra

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

Yes, Sir.


Yes, sir
Yes, sir
Tell always
Yes, sir
To your father.

Your father
Is your creator
Your father
Is your
Spiritual Master.

Say always
Yes, sir
Yes, sir
To your father.

You are to
Carried out all
His instructions
Word by word
Word for word
To achieve perfection.

Accepting the words
Of the Father
Is to give honor as
Honored should be
Given to the Father.

Your Father is
Your creator
Say always
Yes, sir
Yes, sir.

And Yes, sir
To your Father.

Submitted: Saturday, September 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

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As an obedient son, without any hesitation one should obey his Father.

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