Madhav Sarkunde Poems
|81.||The World Is Straight||2/29/2012|
|82.||This Birth Is Homework||3/29/2012|
|83.||This Is My Pilgimage||3/31/2012|
|84.||Time Is Running Fast||10/27/2012|
|85.||Today Is The Best Day||2/25/2012|
|87.||We Are Just Castes||2/25/2012|
|88.||We Are Quits||3/19/2012|
|89.||We Are Refugees||4/15/2012|
|90.||We Give What We Have||3/13/2012|
|91.||We Give What We Have...||3/13/2012|
|92.||We Live Like A Newspaper||3/14/2012|
|93.||What Is Corruption?||2/27/2012|
|94.||What Is Reality?||4/9/2012|
|95.||What You Made Of Me?||3/19/2012|
|96.||When I Am Insulted....||4/10/2012|
|99.||Where Were You?||3/18/2012|
|100.||While Living For Poetry||4/5/2012|
|101.||Who Made Her So Abhorrent?||3/31/2012|
|105.||You Discolored My Soul||3/3/2015|
and my father’s father
spent their lives
at the foot of this hill.
They never climbed
up the hill and tried
the world beyond
One day out of curiosity
I clambered up the hill
and looked around.
Really, I was dumbfounded!
From on high
how vast the world
meets our eyes
and so also life!
Genius Ink Blot
Other day, I forgot to cap my pen Jotter
as I was carried away by a lovely matter.
Drop by drop, the ink sneakily oozed down
and made my pocket all black and brown.
When I discovered it, my countenance fell
just I was on cloud nine and now I'm in hell.