Aniruddha Pathak

Rookie - 289 Points (25.05.1941 / Godhra - Gujarat)

Aniruddha Pathak Poems

401. Does It Matter? 12/29/2013
402. The Right Pause 12/29/2013
403. Both When Rediscovered Old Friend 12/29/2013
404. Go, Go Out To The World 12/29/2013
405. Time Enough 12/29/2013
406. The Doctor As Friend 12/29/2013
407. A Drug Called Love 12/29/2013
408. The Season Of Poll Weddings 12/29/2013
409. This Is Progress 12/29/2013
410. The Twists And Twirls Of A Tongue 12/29/2013
411. Uncut, Untailored Does Come Truth 12/29/2013
412. Destiny Sans Arrival Date 12/29/2013
413. Experience 12/29/2013
414. Fasting Is Good For Starving Soul 12/29/2013
415. The Two Beating Hearts 12/29/2013
416. Nature’s Bounties, All Her Boons 12/29/2013
417. Mother 12/29/2013
418. Man His Happiness Deserves 12/30/2013
419. There’s No Innocent Jose 12/30/2013
420. Old Age With Heavy Baggage 12/30/2013
421. There Is No Better Teacher Than Nature 12/30/2013
422. When I Came To You Last 12/29/2013
423. O To Like What Is Not 12/30/2013
424. Friends 12/29/2013
425. Ah Karsan, What A Person! 12/29/2013
426. Change The Bait 12/30/2013
427. Questions 12/30/2013
428. To Forgive And Forget 12/30/2013
429. From Grey To Green, And Green To Grey 12/29/2013
430. One More Manosaur1 12/29/2013
431. An Extra Inch 12/29/2013
432. Forget He Might, Forgiving Not For Life 12/29/2013
433. The Bachelor Boy 12/29/2013
434. Bed Of Thorns 12/30/2013
435. Smoke Signals 12/30/2013
436. Keep It Simple, Stupid! 12/29/2013
437. The Angel And Devil1 12/29/2013
438. Pointless Piffles 12/30/2013
439. Sense Of Humour 12/30/2013
440. Silence 12/30/2013
Best Poem of Aniruddha Pathak

The Joy Of Giving

Be it no more than a glass of water,
A living walking stick played by daughter,
Care and concern, warm smile, none too hotter;

Or quality time spent with someone old,
Blanket’s warm fold in times forlorn and cold,
In times of need a ready shoulder-hold;

A pair of sleepers to feet walking bare,
Not in loud charity to show you care,
Heart-born feelings when show above false air.

Anything given short of counting ways,
Given to brighten up needy heart’s greys,
To lighten load that too heavily weighs.

Give it ...

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Birth Of Death

Narrate shall I now how Death came ‘pon Earth,
Said Vyasa to Yudhishthir so shattered
By Abhimanyu’s death he wished to die,
‘Shame on me, a young dream now lies scattered’.

A story ‘tis of gilded Golden Age,
Of king Akampan that had lost his all
In war, lost a dear son1 that fought battles
Brave in a losing cause at costs too tall.

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