To My Enemy - Poem by Gajanan Mishra
Of what use is your anger?
It does not carry any meaning,
I have already declared that
My love is in extreme point.
I am with the grass and
With the flowers that are
Pure white in colours and see
Nothing is there on my body as cover.
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