Stone wood and deadbody

Stone wood and dead body
I myself misfit
And became dirty.
My pious thinking
Make me perfect
And with repeated practice
I am able to touch truth
And I can look bright
On rising new sun.

poem by Gajanan MishraReport problemRelated quotes
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