gajanan mishra

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

If A Man Is Honest


I am sure he is a poet
If a poet is honest
I am sure definitely
He is here to read my poems
Sing my poems and accept
My poems with pure heart
Here in my poems nothing
Is there except the descriptions
Of Ultimate Authority
The Supreme Lord of all creatures
Livings and non-livings and
Here in my poems one can find His
Glories His name His fame and
His pastimes and the aim of my poems
Is to bring about a revolution
In the impious life of a misdirected
Civilization and to establish peace
And stability in the life of all.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 21, 2013

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to establish peace and stability in the life of all I am writing.

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