gajanan mishra

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

Farthest / Nearest


I know, my body is
Farthest from me
I know, O my dear
You are nearest to me.

At times I see
In a perverted way
My body appears near
You appear far away.

I know, my body is
Not mine and it is
Not under my control
I am unable to patrol.

I need nothing, my dear
I have to do nothing
For myself, it is clear
As I am nothing.

Submitted: Friday, July 05, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 18, 2013
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reflection of self

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  • Dinesh Nair (7/5/2013 10:03:00 AM)

    The dual concepts of the farthest and the nearest have been well portrayed in this powerful poem. Thank you for sharing sir. You are nearing the status of THE MOST POPULAR POET in PH and keep going high. (Report) Reply

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