Gajanan Mishra Poems

Money make us
Handicapped
And it is folly
Not granting
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Water-stressed is here
Controlling access lost
Is not far from fear,
The sea cried with the clouds
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Out of fear
I had forgotten my own name
Somehow, I remembered yours
Calling by your name I escaped
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People and God
All and same
If you denied God
You denied people
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Make charity
Make good deeds
For the common people
My poems are for the common people
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I have my own light within
I do not want any sun any moon
Or midnight or noon
I am keen to work and my work
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We are divided
Because of us.

We have divided
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I love only you
Only I love you
I only love you
I love you only
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