I Feel All Holy Poem by Gajanan Mishra

I feel all holy,
The air, the water,
The place, the situation.
I feel all holy,
Your eyes, your hands,
Your legs, your sitting,
Riding, sleeping.
I feel all holy,
Each word, each letter,
Each page is worth reading.
Purity is there,
No matter the colors.
Blood, flesh, body
All for sacrifice.
Each one is here
For the mother,
For the mother land,
For the mother language
And all for me
To talk about.
All for peace,
All for love,
All for heaven.
All I feel holy,
The sunrise, the sunset,
The day, the night.
All I see always
In a perfect form
For life
To live afresh.