Odd Hour Poem by Gajanan Mishra
Gajanan Mishra
Odd Hour
Each hour is odd,
And still, we have to
Go with that hour.
Each life is full of
Sorrow, and so,
We have to live
With happiness.
Shun not anyone
Anywhere all,
And all are yours.
Manliness is
Therein all.
Respect them,
Salute them,
Help them
In adventure.
Name, fame,
Everything is there,
But do not go
After them.
No one is enemy,
But all friends.
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