Praise Or Censure - Poem by Gajanan Mishra
I have forgotten my name
Praise or censure has got
No meaning for me
Let me clear here
Nothing is mine.
When You are seen
O my dear, even the taste
For the objects of sense
I know, it is Your bliss.
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