Treasure Island

gajanan mishra

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

My two eyes


My two ears are telling me
They are eager to hear truth
Nothing but the truth.

My two eyes are telling me
They are eager to see the real scene
Nothing but the real scene.

My two eyes are telling me
They are eager to go to the eternity
Nowhere but to the eternity.

My two hands are telling me
They are eager to catch all purity
Nothing but all the purity.

And I am here with You, O my dear
You are the all the true
You are the all the real
You are the all the eternal
You are the all the pure.

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

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As pure as eternal Self.

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