Gajanan Mishra Poems

For a space of my own
I am looking forward
With my own language
And words.
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Eyes filled with tears,
And sorrows all around.
Dear men, still care not
And live a life at all odd hours
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Think not dear
About life
About living
Living is not
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ସୀମାରେ ରହ, ଟପ ନି।
ଏମିତି ତମେ କିଏ କି?
କିଏ କାହାକୁ କେତେବେଳେ ଜିତୁଛି
ପ୍ରମାଣ କରିବାକୁ କିଏ ଅଛି କୋଉଠି!
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At this odd hour
You appeared
In empty hands.
No sorrow can do
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Who is dead and who is alive
I concerned not, I know both
And they both are no way related
To me at this time.
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ମାତ୍ର ଦି ଦଳ ମଣିଷ -
ଗୋଟିଏ ଦଳ ଖଟୁଛନ୍ତି ଦିନରାତି ଆଉ ଉତ୍ପାଦନ କରୁଛନ୍ତି ସମସ୍ତ ଅଭାବ ଦୁଃଖ ଜଂଜାଳ ଆପଣେଇ ଆଉ ଆର ଦଳକ ଉତ୍ପାଦିତ ଦ୍ରବ୍ୟ ଭୋଗ କରି ପ୍ରଥମଦଳକୁ ଶୋଷୁଛନ୍ତି ନାନାଦି ବାଗରେ।

Only two types of men -
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In no way you are helping me,
In no way you are cooperating me,
You are there to serve me, though.
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What shall I do?
All thieves are here
And they are all trying to
Take away everything
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I care not you.
And why should I care you.
You are not my master
Rather you are my servant.
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