Gajanan Mishra Poems

Where is the rule for men
that I know not, my dear friend.
Rule is made by men
for their own self
...

I am indivisible.
Think not my division,
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Your words are
as sweet as the cuckoo,
You are as devoted as
a true lover, my dear daughter,
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What is it?
It is satisfying
one's own hunger.
It is not looking
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Your own existence
is in question.
Be aware.
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O night, dare not
return again.
See me, I am
single-minded
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Poet is he
who can wipes off
all obloquy,
who can dispels
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In secrets
Everything is
being manufactured.
In open
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Man is man,
Man is the image of God,
and man has no religion.
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