bakuli bhakali Poems

Each time I pick up those dirty plates
I see the leftovers
And I remember the boy
Digging the dingy box
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Each time I visit Vatika Park
I see children playing
Grandmothers praying
And Women gossiping
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We were playing with the colour of heart
Then, he sprinkled some white
I got rosy
Although, I loved the colour of heart
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In the dark
I see no evil
Nothing to blame
No mystery to reveal
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I had a shadow.
Ya, a shadow.
That accompanied me since morning!
A shadow, that followed me even in my lonely ways,
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I’m not afraid of dark I would say.
But-
Seeing the sunset,
I always say-
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My name doesn’t matter
As long as you know me
My fame doesn’t matter
As long as you don’t abandon me
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End is not an end
But
End is the start
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What’s tradition?
Tradition is the unkind humanity
That seizes little freedom of the feeble.
And instructs you to live in a closet.
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I’m Miss Anonymous.
A nameless,
A big invalid,
A mute,
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