Gajanan Mishra Poems

Is it really death?
What is that?

Death gives me
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Poorest Brahmin
I am the poorest Brahmin
Your love is only mine.
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You are pure
I am pure
We are not
Anyway contaminated
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Here see, showers of flowers
And here we are, my dear, in love.

We are taking bath in love
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Please stay, please stay
With me with me some time more
I am not satiated yet
I am never satiated.
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By You for You
That I stayed
Here is the truth.
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Tell me what to do
Tell me where and
When to go
Tell me how to stay
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Who kidnaps whom
And how and when
And why and if you
Do not like to answer
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Really You are
Wonderful and enchanting
Your eyes are opened
With wide delight.
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Family is
Not the blind well
Family is
The blossoming heaven.
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