Udders In The Neck Of A Goat Poem by Gajanan Mishra

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Goat,
And udders in the neck.
Still, all alive,
With nothingness.
Though, all failures
Written, all live
And try to live
To the utmost.
And because of life
Things are being enjoyed.
Problems are being solved
With all glory
Actions and reactions,
All comfortable here, still.


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When I am not writing
Think not my poetic
Sensibility is dead.
Better to think
I am in passive watchfulness
With and without desire.
Known and unknown
Both I want to see
And verify in
A different perspective.
Life is a highest stage,
Highest stage of sensibility.
You may called it love,
Not bluff.

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Reaction to love is life,
And wonder.
Life is all pleasant
So also unpleasant.
Conflict and confusion
We find there in, though,
No way related to life.
Life - the storehouse of love,
Grows not in negation.
We discover life beautiful
In fulfilment and in satisfaction.
No place of jealousy,
Love and life - all busy.