Aniruddha Pathak Poems

She, born of height, cradled by lofty crest,
Mothered by mounts, and reared by little brooks,
Dancing down sprightly, a stream still modest,
Oft hiding hind hillocks, crannies and nooks,
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Oh today's un-tethered men and women
That listen to way less than a one-half,
Absorbing half of that— (all bull and calf!) ,
Reacting still as many times as twice—
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It's too cool here and for long,
Let's warm it up a wee bit.
And too dull for my liking,
Someone said adding to that,
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Seems, man has come far from caves,
God particle has been found,
And comes now gravity waves,
Mastered he has most of waves—
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For which season can I in hope now wait?
When even rains find no room in his mind,
Though memories flood river-like in spate,
On what can I sustain, what support find?
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Clouds thunder, roar aloud when I arrive,
Life all around on earth hails me full heart,
And rainbows paint when I set to depart.
It's not me alone still that earth's alive,
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Triumphant, tamas on a pedestal,
Pathetic looked the face of a candle,
And what happened, bit odd,
Truth pushed to hide in pod,
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A bubble often wonders:
What ado, and for nothing,
We all know, life is fleeting,
Yet, who seriously ponders?
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Half closed eyes and unheeded plea,
Safe on the banks and seeking ease,
Looking at things seldom to see,
Man hopes to enjoy still high seas;
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If a full moon looks stunningly handsome,
So be the new, if only in mind's sphere,
So be the crescent, all phases that come,
All Nature's made has a beauty so rare.
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