gajanan mishra

Gold Star - 34,112 Points (3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

Passing Through - Poem by gajanan mishra

I am passing through
Hills and mountains
Forests of bamboos reeds
Sharp grass weeds and caves
I am passing through
Deep dark dangerously
fearful forests
Play yards of snakes owls
And jackals
I am also passing through
Rivers ponds resservoirs of waters
Filled with beautiful
Lotus flowers and seas oceans
Fit for the denizens of heaven
With bees and singing birds
I know You are with me
Throughout my life I am happy.


Comments about Passing Through by gajanan mishra

  • Gold Star - 4,698 Points Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (3/27/2013 8:16:00 PM)

    a s long as the God is with us, we feel very safe, when we pass though all these terrains and climes! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 27, 2013



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