An Ass Poem by Gajanan Mishra
Gajanan Mishra
An Ass
It is difficult for
An ass to differentiate
The load of salt and
Cotton bales
Do not make me an ass
O my master.
I am here with the sun
With the moon with the star
With the insects with the moths
With the plant And with
Land air water
All are with me
O my master
Make me clean and transparent.
O my master
Make me fit to shine
Make me fit to dine
I am with you
All day long.
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Gajanan Mishra
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