Sathya Narayana Poems

Wandering in wilderness; my friend
What are you looking for?
The golden lotus
With thousand petals?
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Wealthy I am! Can wager on vices
Eager they’re too to take me zenith
Avarice-whisky, anger-cigarettes and
Lust-harlots lined up to keep me afloat
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How weird is world history,
mottled with battles and tragedy...
millions died with senseless fury!
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People make fun at me...
my eyes glassy; nose stubby,
skin inky and body burly!
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When asinines reign
Rule books become
Ruthless weapons
Slaying reason, vision
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I am a doctor!
Nay! May be a miner!
Some call me a burglar
And some as scavenger
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Mother! Tell me what is behind those doors
Late father averred there is a treasure
A microcosm of whole world's splendour
An extravagent elegence of nature's allure
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I dispute his permutation!
At least twice a day; him, I curse
and me; he often pinches and wrenches!
Well! I understand his compulsions
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Call me not A poet
It’s a shame to Shelly and Scott
A disgrace to Wordsworth and Frost
And heart-broken will be Homer and Tagore
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For millions of ghettos
Maimed mulattos
And chained helots
Came he like a soothing zephyr
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