Gajanan Mishra Poems

Life pickled,
Life is a spice pickle.
Life is also a river
And it is very dangerous,
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Gold is gold
Everywhere,
It is gold
Unaffected.
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Drink the sun,
Eat the moon,
Live with air
With all colours.
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My dear,
You are my self
Reborn,
You are my son.
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I feel an ant
Crawling and
Rises through
The spine.
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Mu anubhav karen gotie pimpudi
Gurundi gurundi uthuchhi mo merudandare.

Mu anubhav karen gotie machha
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No one is going,
No one is going
Without taking truth.
And truth is
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Avoid not dreams,
Dream is not a small thing.
Follow the dream and
See how you are telling
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