About The Earth Poem by Gajanan Mishra

About the earth
About the earth
You know nothing
You know nothing.

And you are telling yourself
The great the great
Though you are nothing and you have nothing
And nothing to give nothing to take.

You are possessing advanced knowledge
In the constuction of material comforts
That has no meaning here at any stage
And you are telling yourself the great.

You have a temple-body and it is without any doubt
But you are not trying to know where the god is
And you are wandering Kasi Brundaban Puri Mecca Medina
O my dear, you are most valuable but you know not your own value.

No pope no priest no hermit no shariff
Can make your snake-like body clean and pure
O my dear, it is you only who can see what you are
You can free yourself from all diseases all ills and cure.

This earth is your house it is the Mother
This sky is your security-cover it is your father
This water this air is your life-speaker
This light is your path-finder, the sun and the moon are eyes-opener.

Know something about your mother
Know smoething about your father
Know something about your brothers and sisters here
Try to know about your own creator and the components of nature.