Look, perched on a
Look, perched on a
flowering tree
The blue bird is
singing and
in the song everything
reserved for me.
It is for the song
always I am
escaping from
the brink of death.
It is for the song
I am able to work
till eternity.
Come and answer
the questions
of the moral king.
In your garden
O kong of the cosmos
I am a flower
and your honour is
with me blessing shower.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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