On the auspicious day
I also took my place
With a stoic frame of mind
Moved inch by inch
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I am no God,
I cry when a child dies of hunger,
When a mother sells her infant to the wine merchant, I cry
I have no appetite to be God
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Wilted leaves I knew
Do not revive
Yet I believed
When you said
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Piercing lumps of stones
Inflict bruises
His frame aches
While the carrier moves
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Those grains of ashes
I yearn for
On the beach
The sea breeze blew
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Pour dear clouds
Pour, with great vengeance
I would welcome your drops
At all hours of the day
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Sometimes
I find her
Insomniac, quiet and forlorn;
Sometimes, serene and asleep,
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Twenty Twenty, a haiku
Written on the bat by the ball on the pitch
On floodlight
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His quivering fingers grope
A corner of the school wall
Where unsteady fingers scribbled
Newly learnt alphabets
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Rolling of tears
Occasionally
Looks natural
Like expected rains
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