Madhav Sarkunde

My Father
and my father’s father
spent their lives
at the foot of this hill.
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Every candidate
Tries to push down
My throat would-be
Policies of his party
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Some sorrows
are like vitiligo
which never go
some sorrows
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The song birds
Of my dreams
Sit on the sill
Where I sleep
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Many keep asking me
Why I choose to write
About my own Self
How can I answer
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The frisking fawns
and flying birds are
pleasant to watch -
I often heard
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I remember still
When you met me first
With Colors of youth
On your mind.
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A fine cage
lies in my heart
and a bird in it.
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Let us dissolve ourselves
in to each other or else
the rain will take
credit of it.
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Want more than I gave?
Plant me in your life's field
I'll come up as a lush green shoot.
Water it
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Forty years flew away
And I did not sleep a bit
I can’t afford to sleep.
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Who knows what will
Befall you tomorrow?
So let us seed a plant
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While living for poetry
the gullible grief grew wise
and the lonely sun of words
found a plea to sing and rise.
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My father
And father
Of my father
All Spent
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I am not ashamed
In befooling myself
In your eyes……
You go on hating me
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I cannot forget you
But I don’t know why
Missing you all the while,
My heart does cry
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Come on, let’s plant
Our tender feelings
In the soil of time
And hope for flowers
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I don't know
Where this road leads
But I do know
If we take it
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Still he loves me
And ensures the same
In all lives to come
But l want to tell him
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All days are not same
And so aren't nights
One can raise onself
If honestly he fights.
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