gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

Begging - beggar for ever


I am a beggar, always a beggar
Let me be a beggar, for ever.

The beggar has got nothing, but to beg
I beg, O my dear, only to permit me
To hold Your leg.

And where is Your leg?
O my dear, let me see, I beg.

Here, there and everywhere, You spread
I am afraid. I beg
Make me a man of fearless.

O my dear, I know, one who fears he dies
O my dear, I know, You are here with me
And I know You are all powerful.

I am a beggar at Your door, O my dear
Let me be a beggar for ever, my dear
In begging I am getting only joy only pleasure.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 18, 2013

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