gajanan mishra

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

To drink


My life is my life
My life is in water
Water is my life
I am in water
I drink water
To drink is good
To drink water is to live
Life is the part and parcel of water
Pure water pure life perfect life
To drink milk is auspicious
To drink blood is inauspicious
Water milk and blood are
One and the same thing
Noting magic in water
In milk in blood
Water is not pure now
Milk is not available now
Blood blood and blood
Everywhere rage anger
I see here my life is also
Not mine, my dear
Nothing is mine
Everything is yours
This world is Yours
I am here just to suffer
Just to suffer.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013

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life is here to suffer

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