Aniruddha Pathak

Freshman - 822 Points [Anirpath] (25.05.1941 / Godhra - Gujarat)

Aniruddha Pathak Poems

361. Heart Of A Child At Play 12/28/2013
362. A Mind’s When Calm And Collected 12/28/2013
363. Empty Does Run The Cup Of Joy 12/28/2013
364. To Live Happy And Content 12/28/2013
365. The Tsunamis Within 12/28/2013
366. The Pledges Unpaid 12/28/2013
367. Man Knows Not Earth Enough 12/28/2013
368. I Love Thee Not For What Thou Art 12/28/2013
369. Weather 12/28/2013
370. Search Not Far And Out 12/28/2013
371. Not Falling, Fault Is Not Trying Again 12/28/2013
372. Turning The Back On World 12/28/2013
373. Someone Within 12/28/2013
374. Withered Gets When Your Garden 12/28/2013
375. A Gift Of God 12/28/2013
376. Obscurity 12/28/2013
377. Wisdom 12/28/2013
378. This Moment 12/29/2013
379. Castles 12/29/2013
380. Life Is Like Walking A Precipice 12/29/2013
381. Like Butterfly Happiness Is 12/29/2013
382. Reflection 12/29/2013
383. Bus To The Banished Land 12/29/2013
384. Friends: How Many Touch Heart’s Shore 12/29/2013
385. The Truth If Created 12/29/2013
386. Like An Open Postcard Poetry Is 12/28/2013
387. Who’s Whose Blunder? 12/28/2013
388. Life Of Despair 12/29/2013
389. If Ever 12/29/2013
390. Oh To Be Hanged Or Hung! 12/29/2013
391. Two Strangers 12/29/2013
392. Platonic Prem1 12/29/2013
393. I Once Asked My Ego What Makes It Go 12/29/2013
394. Is Not Life A Question Mark? 12/29/2013
395. Modern Art Lovers 12/29/2013
396. Woman Of Success 12/29/2013
397. The Poorest Of The Rich 12/29/2013
398. Knowledge And Wisdom 12/29/2013
399. Three Modes Of Nature, Four Ways 12/29/2013
400. Does It Matter? 12/29/2013

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Best Poem of Aniruddha Pathak

This Game Of Golf

The game of golf nigh like this life,
Though played all life perfect can’t be,
The game of golf like player’s wife,
Now on pedestal, now on tee,
On roughs, on toughs, handicaps, bogies, strife,
Ah, played as if on edge of knife!

Easy to start, hard enough to finish,
And harder yet forever to master,
Pursued and practised like unfulfilled wish,
And always one stroke ‘way from disaster.
As in life in game, handicaps to cap,
Clap for birdies, try still eagles each lap.

What a rage be the game played every age,
With many a high and as many...

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Footprints Upon My Sands

Man as in poor image of God is made,
His footprints of acts scarce to my heart reach;
History may have recorded his work,
I need no such printed prints him to know.
I can hear and feel him walking ‘pon me;
Let me wait till that wave rises from sea
Erasing wrinkles off my body’s skin;
And if that tide, always a ready friend,
Whilst receding back to the heart of sea,

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