Birth Discovered
Birth discovered
Universe talks
Come, do come my dear
History speaks
About you
I with clouds
Vanished discourse.
I was told
Not to go again
In this shape and size
Owning direction
With new set up
Opening doors and
New vistas.
Come come my dear
Come and see with
The eyes given
Come and hear with
The ear you have
Come come my dear
Time become shorter
And shorter.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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