Who is not a child?
Who is there knower of everything?
Who is not smiling?
Who is not crying?
Who is not going?
Who is not thinking who am I?
And one who is coming under
the jurisdiction of my questions
is definitely a poet, and I salute him,
not expecting answer from him but for
the time he is spending in pondering
therein staying with nature itself.
Let me salute you, my dear poet
You are living here, I like that, I love that.
gajanan mishra
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