Aniruddha Pathak

Rookie - 289 Points (25.05.1941 / Godhra - Gujarat)

Aniruddha Pathak Poems

441. Flyovers 12/30/2013
442. Boredom 12/30/2013
443. The Pains Of Athens 12/30/2013
444. The Child In Man 12/30/2013
445. Just One, Or Enough Is Not A Dozen 12/30/2013
446. I Did Because I Could 12/30/2013
447. A Jackpot When Takes A Lot 12/30/2013
448. Flowers And Rocks 12/30/2013
449. Not A Lion’s Share 12/30/2013
450. Watching When A Smiling Moon 12/30/2013
451. Hope 12/30/2013
452. To Become Or Just Be 12/30/2013
453. A Manifesto On The Mend 12/30/2013
454. I’m In This World 12/30/2013
455. Never Is Thine Pretence Thee 12/30/2013
456. Global Freeze 3/14/2015
457. Be From False Mercy Free 3/14/2015
458. That’s Happiness For Me 3/14/2015
459. Temples Of God 3/14/2015
460. O To Live In Dignity And To Die 12/30/2013
461. Pain’s The First Gain 3/14/2015
462. Keep No Monkey At Bay 3/14/2015
463. Give It The Voice Of A Rainbow 3/14/2015
464. A Prayer If Prices Rise 3/14/2015
465. Prayer, No Petition For Pardon 3/14/2015
466. Man That Hath Too Much Mind… 3/14/2015
467. I Look At Greens Of My Life’s Grey Garden 3/14/2015
468. Know Good-Before Date, O Guest 3/15/2015
469. Courtesies, Then And Now 3/15/2015
470. Epicentres Galore! 3/15/2015
471. Grand Old Party That Was 3/15/2015
472. Poetry And Politics 3/16/2015
473. How I Felt Seeing My Son 3/16/2015
474. Bananas To Keep Gold Lure At Bay 3/16/2015
475. Disillusion Is When Bliss 3/16/2015
476. The Beauty In You Is You 3/16/2015
477. Travel 3/16/2015
478. Sculpting Poems 3/16/2015
479. Time To Scale Down 3/16/2015
480. Jades From Jacinth And Gems 3/16/2015
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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