Madhav Sarkunde Poems

Who can tell a thing to this cyclone Phailin?
It is a master of its own and can moves anywhere
It can forge ahead at any rate of acceleration
It can act on its impulses when and where it likes
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Friends!
Come on! Let’s bedeck this new dawn
With pristine ripples in our bosoms
And embrace a rock determination eager
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I have not wealth
to give you but...
I can give you
wealth of ideas
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A little child asked
its father, 'Daddy,
why the goddess of justice
ties strip on her eyes? '
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Nowadays parents complain
that their children are spoiled
but children did not think so.
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When I am insulted
or offended publically
I lapse into poetic mood.
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O rabid storm!
Destroy my shanty
as badly as you can.
I will raise it over
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Books are an essence
of our mental life which we grew
through the cultivation of time
So look after them like own children
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We are refugees here,
came or brought from
different parts of the world
Sure! Our likes and dislikes
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Not that being poor
you could not achieve
your goal, if so
Ambedkar, Lincoln and Obama
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