Hour Of A New Era - Poem by Gajanan Mishra
My hour of death would be
The symbolic hour of a new era.
New era in purified form,
New era in sovereignty norm,
New era in new custom,
New era in love and truth
And in new contemplation, as
My very birth is in new illumination..
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