Gajanan Mishra Poems

My mother survived
In the game of life
That is fearful.
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My family is in colors, see.
How many colors are there
Ask not by putting any question.
I do admit I have no capacity
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What they said
I could not say
Its worth
At this moment
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Mind your own language,
Everything is there
In your own language.
Your earth, your sky
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I regard you always
Good and virtuous.
I know you as truth.
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Unfavorable circumstances
Are really good,
Devotion develops here and
There lies the acid test.
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No question please,
When I am talking
About my mother
About my mother-tongue
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The air is telling something
And I am trying to hear that.
The light is showing something
And I am trying to see that.
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Face the riddles
Of your life,
And find out
the solutions,
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