Sathya Narayana Poems

There‘s no shame in exhibiting love
No fame exuding hatred
We’re both trudging through tough trough
Let us call a spade a spade
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How long shall I impress?
With this expressive silence
I am not of the age to hide
Anything, anymore
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COMPENSATION
A fitter cut his hand
A farmer lost his land
One lakh rupees was paid
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You know who
Never tasted best Basmati?
It’s farmer!
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Disturb not my peace O' flowers
with thy sweet scents, that haunt...daunt!
Worse, thy prattle with butterflies
lest her thoughts retrace my heart and taunt!
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Mind rumpus; thoughts viscous; words pause
Vicious vagueness vituperates
Poesy prowls; never in poise!
Demurs to egress with prowess
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What a feeling it is to say, “This is my own house”
For one who lived years in a rented residence
What a feeling it is to say, “I’m full to my neck”
For one who starved for weeks, being out of work
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Oh, heckling thinkers!
Oh, inverted intellectuals!
Be you left or right
Sling not mud at each other
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Her face is black and shiny
like a just burnished ebony!
When Sun rays swept
through the beads of her cold sweat
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