gajanan mishra

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

It is our thought


Nothing is impure
Nothing is filthy
It is my thought
That is not healthy.

Here, everything is
Charming and beautiful
Worry not, my dear
Be cool, be cool.

You have your own
Existence here, my love
Worry not my dear,
You are the truth, not bluff.

I am here powerful
Only because of You
Without you, O unchangeable
See my life null.

Birds of the same feather
Flock here together
O my dear, You are the identifier
Makes me yours forever.

Look, I am going to you
With all love with all truth
O my dear, You are my blue tooth
Give me life-amrut *



Amrut- nectar

Submitted: Saturday, June 08, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013

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With pure heart going to the truth

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