You Are Free, My Dear Poem by Gajanan Mishra

You are free, my dear,
You can do whatever you like,
You can go wherever you want,
But try to understand properly
What you are and the purpose of
Going and doing the works here.

Think not, what I am saying
All flats, meaning are there
And it is uncountable, in the words.
Words are there everywhere,
You can collect the words from
The very realization of truth.

Go not with the words blindly,
Search, not the meaning also and
Wait what play is going on
In the water or in the air.

Where you are living ask yourself,
And ask who could be envious of you.
But remember one thing properly,
You are subordinate to all,
Subordinate to all the truth and
All the love here on this earth.

Still, there is fear, my dear,
Within you, I know.
Why there is a seed of fear in you,
That I failed to understand, here
In this field of love and harmony.
I failed to understand wherefrom
Disharmony come into existence!

Anyway, go, my dear, proceed ahead
With full confidence and do what you
Want to do freely. Remember,
This place is for you only.