Gajanan Mishra Poems

My son is abroad,
My son is telling me,
Father, cry not, cry not,
If you cry the sky will fall down,
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On this footpath
I discover you,
You are here
With me to start
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Crying before mirror
And telling,
Mirror is crying.
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For you I am writing,
For you I am singing,
For you I am dancing,
For you I am playing,
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I have taken the house
On lease.
And I am
Recolouring it.
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Is there a bond of love?
Is it so strong?
Is it not holding us together?
Are we not finding assurances
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From south to north,
Let me welcome you,
Please come on,
I am waiting here
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I know not
How I am writing,
I know not
How I am living.
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Love and truth
Both are here with us.
Both are neither
Worldly pleasure
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