Aniruddha Pathak Poems

A man shorn of eyes not so can see,
Sunk in lust as if a man mid sea,
Blinkered blind he that be
One in conceit can't see,
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Good goes for goodness' sake
Making much from the take,
Take cows, venom of snakes:
Eating grass milk it makes,
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Feelings felt if on funeral cores,
At the time of coitus— well of course,
For long were to prevail
Like wind on sail, on tail,
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Noticed by no one
Reminds rising sun,
God has His job done.
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Painting whilst a picture of a tree,
You paint not just as you see,
Nor yet copy nor imitate,
The scene seen within you translate.
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There was once this strange man from Irving
Suffering from a fear of flying,
Though when asked he denied,
He had still far from lied:
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Long ye live, live a life of heaven,
Beg, borrow, better steal,
Eat a millionaire's meal,
When body's burnt on death—blood and bone,
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But one thing, three odd ways it to greet:
Saintly men same soul see,
Of lust, flesh and beauty,
A ravenous wolf eyes food to eat,
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I heard an oak tree to me confess:
Happy, voted am I as worthless.
Rotten, nor of low grade,
Nor my timber was dead,
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What a man espies,
What in his dreams lies—
Called a paradise,
Right here on earth lies,
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