That's not me
Gajanan Mishra
Let me go out,
I am not what you think,
And that's not destined.
I am not me, what you think
That's not me.
I appear at my time,
I am in my fire
With my own air.
I am here, I am there
Still shinning.
Let me go on,
Worthwhile I am
Not producing anything.
Though feeling something
I am living and I am discovering
So many things time to time.
I appear with everything
And with everybody
So defined as divine.
I know life is nothing
But a blessing human being.
Tapobana, Titilagarh-767033
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