Madhav Sarkunde

My Father
and my father’s father
spent their lives
at the foot of this hill.
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Every candidate
Tries to push down
My throat would-be
Policies of his party
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Some sorrows
are like vitiligo
which never go
some sorrows
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The song birds
Of my dreams
Sit on the sill
Where I sleep
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Want more than I gave?
Plant me in your life's field
I'll come up as a lush green shoot.
Water it
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The frisking fawns
and flying birds are
pleasant to watch -
I often heard
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Many keep asking me
Why I choose to write
About my own Self
How can I answer
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I remember still
When you met me first
With Colors of youth
On your mind.
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A fine cage
lies in my heart
and a bird in it.
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Let us dissolve ourselves
in to each other or else
the rain will take
credit of it.
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My neighbor has bought a Freezer
and playful atmosphere in my home is frozen
every face is taut like the tent of Circus
from her to them all readied to fiercely assault
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A caterpillar of rays
slithers on a sleeping
lake's belly, newborn ripples
gently strike on the cheeks
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Forty years flew away
And I did not sleep a bit
I can’t afford to sleep.
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My father
And father
Of my father
All Spent
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While living for poetry
the gullible grief grew wise
and the lonely sun of words
found a plea to sing and rise.
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Who knows what will
Befall you tomorrow?
So let us seed a plant
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I am not ashamed
In befooling myself
In your eyes……
You go on hating me
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This is my father
He broke stones lifelong
For educating me
In summer vacations
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Oh, your voice is nectar
I love to hear that most
You are my nightingale…
To all with proud, I boast
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As long
As things
Are good
Stop not
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