I am searching Gajanan Mishra;
Gajanan Mishra was reading
At class 4th and was buried
In me.
Gajanan Mishra knew not
The difference between
The salt and the sugar
And yet he was crying and
Smiling at the same time.
Gajanan Mishra was playing
Under the sun and in rain,
Fair in complexion and tried
Not to escape from himself
For anything all time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The child buried in every man. No escape from this and this and this.