Curse- Blessings Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Comment not
On defects,
They are
But temporary.

Just accept me
Like a mother, who
Accepts and put
Her child in
Her lap and
She thinks not
Whether her child-
Dirty or clean.

I am not
Seeing even my mud,
That is in shape of
Defects or sin,
I am seeing you,
My dear, just come
And take me from here.
I feel satisfied
And happy in any
Happening.
I know I have
Nothing to do for me.

See me, my dear,
I depend on
Your thoughts,
Words and deeds.
I know even your curse
Is a blessing for me.