gajanan mishra

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

Painting


See my painting
It is in my poems
It is in my life
It is my life
It is my poems
It is my painting
So lone as I am alive
And mind it
I am not here to die
So also my painting my poems
And my life, mind it
I am all pervasive
It is my painting
it is my world
It is my creation
I am in it
Mind it
I keep you here
As caretaker
O my dear
See my way and
Believe me
I am here
In you and in
All your activities
All that are my poems
All that are my paintings
All that are me and I and mine.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013
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