Kewal Paigankar Poems

I am only a leaf
One of nature’s fragile things.

Walk gently past me
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They call it the magic train
Ambling gently into station
It has been a long ride
Through the parched desert of Rajasthan
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Behind the bar she waits
Half in darkness and half in light
Solitary and detached
An alluring vision, composed and assured
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The ferryman waits on board
For the final voyage
By the battered vessel
Permanently Crocked.
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The Sea Widow

Stirring inside her womb
Evolving, gestating
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Two Winters

Trudging through the snow
Frequently slipping
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They came out in droves
Even in a small town such as this
To commemorate the MAN
Who swam with the whales.
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SHARED MOMENTS

People are asking me
If there is something going on
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CRACKED GLASS


She waits
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Let us salute this man.
The old codger is gone
Alive no more;
Struck down by illness and old age
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