Sanjay Mehta Poems

That small narrow meandering path
In the lush green fields
Moving with the stream
Over the precipice
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His pain
For me
Disdain
Till
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In the hills
Where the slope ends
Huge rocks
As strings of sitar
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Restricted though
Desire to move more

Purity abounds
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Drugged
And
Fudged
Always live on the edge
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Wages a war
With borrowed attire
Still looks so gelid
Million light years away
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From where do these thoughts come
Of alienation, lonliness and forlorn
Where do they reside
Like an owl at night
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Wait for turn
But deep within
A desire
To be out of turn
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Sun is bright in the sky,
The old man walks and sighs.
He walks up the lane, stops and looks for a shade
Stops and takes a cold breadth;
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Jasmine bloomed
Arab world exhumed
You, yes you
Holding the reigns of india
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