No Sorrow Poem by Gajanan Mishra
Gajanan Mishra
No Sorrow
Nowhere
One can finds
Sorrow.
Find
No sorrow
Here
There
Anywhere.
Dear men,
Yield not to
Unmanliness.
Dear men,
Stand up
And go on
And on.
Shun
All odd hours.
This land
Your heaven,
Your language
Gives you
All fame.
Go not
With tears,
But go
With smile.
Dear men,
Noble soul
You are all.
Aware and rise,
You are
The scorcher of
Enemies,
Enemies of
Humanity.
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