Sathya Narayana Poems

At the stroke of twelve; midnight
we earned freedom! Well! We did it!
We waited, waited, waited, waited
we waited not just six hours for dawn,
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Who killed whom?
How many died
our men; their men?
Crushed flesh and bones
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We are two friends of oppugnant thoughts
I’m of thorough religious mind and faith
And he; an authoritative dialectician
Yet of one inseparable yoke we are
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Sang yodels a romantic bard
On his love’s round buttocks
Few years afterwards
Rued at those skin-sacks
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I too like to take revenge
on those who hated me,
badly treated me,
berated me
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Oh, heckling thinkers,
and O' inverted intellectuals...
be thou left or right,
sling not mud at each other
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Beautiful is that distant shore,
flourishing with lavish lush verdure.

Tall trees in tune with wind's tremolo
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My eyes haven't become glass balls...
they well when they see dolour
of deprived churls;
blood curdles,
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Blazing red
Ascetic saffron
Appeal to me
In same tone
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Dear God! Do you hear those prayers?
Millions calling you to take new Avatar
Let me recall; what you did aver
Whenever sins sour up and virtues downturn
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