Aniruddha Pathak Poems

A pot filled full maketh little sound,
Half baked boys boisterous more are found,
One, well-versed in knowledge
Has none of that rough edge,
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And I liked egg—today in hand,
Than hen tomorrow in dreamland;
I thought: the egg could hatch
Tomorrow more to fetch,
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I feel, love in this world is like a dream
That at times threatens to be mighty true,
Rising higher from the humdrum like cream,
Disappearing then like a drop of dew;
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It was late I managed when to find
Filing up things in a neat folder—
Things I thought were far from fair order,
But in fact were fairly well aligned,
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Holding the finger of desire
A man walks in Greed Street so dire,
Reaching nowhere, still getting tired,
His path with bogs and fens is mired.
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If she were a young woman
Her youth would begin to wane,
Her father— of the old school,
Also thinks she's not so cool.
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The hand and its ilk in years have done little,
Slogans, postures, and little more than words,
For dark deeds, pot besides blaming poor kettle,
We voters grin and bear— cattle in herds! '
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Ah borderless birds ever so cute
That believed in no border dispute,
Yet, at the embassy level
The matter was placed still.
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Preferred toy in hand, playing,
In mother's lap and smiling,
To her lullaby listening,
Eyes on Ma, succumbs to sleep,
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Shakes up when a Richter scale,
Seismographs when fail,
Only her ship sails smooth sail!
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