A Prayer For My Favorite Poet Poem by Gajanan Mishra

You are there I know,
My dear poets, in my words
And my words are
Not mine as you said.
The words are the cheaters.

And you have crossed
The words, my dear poets,
And you are there
In your words with love,
Not as friends but as enemies.

Because I am with you,
My dear poets, easily,
I am crossing all hurdles
While they termed me wise.

May God bless you,
Courtesy call from all corners
And I am not in sleep
As you know from dispensing sound.

No evil is there,
But all colors came to me
And told me about life
That you have created.

The sea is not innocent,
Not inncoent the sky also.
And I am in between
The dragon and the devils
My dear poet as I see no one
As draggle-tail.

Let me pray again for
You, my dear poet,
As you are there with me
In my dreams and in real life,
For my benefits here.