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Poem reflects life . In this sense poem reflects the world and also the cosmos and also beyond that. The sun can not reach where the poet can reach easily . To compose poem is to compose world order and I am thankful to God the almighty who allotted this duty to me . How far I have done successfully I do not know . I know I am getting full satisfaction in composing poem and enjoying it utmost . It is through poem only world peace comes in to being I believe. Thanks . I am Gajanan Mishra S/O Late Bhagabana Mishra . Born in the year 1960 at a Village Called Patnagarh(Tikapali)Balangir Odisha, India and now residing at Tapobana , Titilagarh,Balangir Odisha,India . I am influenced by my father in this regard . He always used to say Raja puja pae aapana deshare Kabi puja pae desabideshare . It means The king is worshipped by the people of his own country while the poet is worshipped by the people within and outside the country . Since childhood I started my writting in Kosli,odia and english languages . Kosli is the local language, Odia the state language and english international language . So far Fifteen collections have been published in Kosli and odia languages . Won several awards within and outside state . First collection of poems 'SARBANAM' published in the year 1987 . The latest 'Abyaya' published in the year 2010 . Besides Research work on The Ramayan ' Pancharama' published in the year 2000 . Yakin Karo to and Abyaya also published in Hindi language .
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And Radha
Comes to me daily
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My dear
No water
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Who am I
Why I came
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Where do I go
Who am I
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If you know money
You know something
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O my dear
I know Truth
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And punishable
Knowing this
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I know and I know
it is only love
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I hate falsely pious
I hate avoidable hypocrisy .
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And it is beautiful
O my dear
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