Surekha Anandraya Bhat Poems

An enlightened saint, an outcaste devil, presented me a gift each,
The devil grinned, the saint smiled- his was a wisdom beyond reach;
With hope and fear, I opened the black crumpled pack of cruelty,
it was a mirror, I stared at it, the devil in me stared back at me
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In an ocean of sorrow, a poet once wrote
'Life giveth to those who take
And taketh all from those who give'
These waves then entered many a heart-
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