Aniruddha Pathak Poems

A day marked for women,
And my thoughts went to them.
And then back on to men.
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My Mirror on wall of wisdom grey,
Who's fairest of them all if ye may?
There's no doubt, My Beauty,
Do should I my duty,
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Men stay married for the same odd reason,
More of commerce moves by the myth of lie,
More nations friends are, for, truths buried, die,
Untruth blossoms whatso be the season.
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O to read books that wound one's within—
Hit hammer like on head, machete mean,
But, are but one in ten—
Nine crackle like a hen,
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The reason so real and fair
For all this polluted air?
No one has any idea,
Foggy or fair, say media,
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Time was when they used to assist man,
Helping with his chores much as they can,
But times are changing fast,
Man's goose cooked, die is cast,
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Never a deed done here goes vain,
No hope hindered, no good end marred,
No faith blocked, no path barred,
Nor need one fear of reaction,
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Her smile looked like a beacon of high grace,
Her golden heart showed up on her warm face
That made me always feel I was at home,
Her goodbye said I am always welcome.
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She gave more and more toys to her cry-child,
Not a look and she wailed ever more still,
Restless, disconsolate, wanton, and wild,
But, as mothers do, she knew what was ill.
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She has a twain of doors— push and pull,
By nature is she shy as a rule,
She comes from behind walls,
Never still knocks when calls,
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