Treasure Island

gajanan mishra

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

Where Is My Father


Where is my Father
Tell me, tell me, O my dear.

What do you mean by Father
Tell me, tell me, O my dear.

Feeling for the need
Of the Father, is a prayer
And is life and is living.

Nothing is a barrier to
Achieving the Father
As Father is here for ever.

My Father is a happy person
And He always makes others happy
My Father is not subservient and
He wants not to subordinate others.

My Father is here, see you have eyes,
My Father is acknowledged one,

I know, my Father is doing always
Good of others and He is rooted in renunciation.

Submitted: Friday, March 21, 2014
Edited: Friday, March 21, 2014

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