Glancing Over Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Yours
I am Yours
You are glancing over me
I am beautiful
I am flourishing in all respects
Here I am getting herbs and grains
In abundance in this Tapobana
Here my mango tree is full of fruits
The river of my village is flowing
Here hills are full of minerals
My ocean is full of wealth
I am Yours
Only for You
I am getting everything here
If You are not here
I find nothing
And no longer
Without Your guidance
I am nothing
I am non-entity
I am useless
I am finished.