gajanan mishra

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

Goodbye Taslima


Goodbye beautiful days
Goodbye happiness
You said Taslima
My dear poet
You further said
Good bye childhood
That is really painful
Goodbye telegram
Goodbye letters
Nothing to bothers
We are here to goodbye all
And we know nobody
And nothing is going
Just they are all
Changing their forms
And shapes and sizes
Taslima, the creator
The creation itself is
Going to change
Ask yourself my dear poet
Like you like me
Here there everywhere
I congatulate you
Still you are a poet
Looking the world
On your own eyes.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013

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