Aniruddha Pathak Poems
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Summer solstice again, sun at its bright,
At summit making longest day of light,
A lover’s date lingering till late night,
Leaving far behind looming wintry plight.
To us Indians blest with abundant sun,
Where summer’s a lasting boon from heaven,
Solstice of either kind is passing fun,
Nor longest day means a rare fortune won.
Nor is mild winter a melancholy
Of Polar lands that ever pallid be,
In summer do we head to climes hilly.
And seek cool lagoons, a lily at sea.
Nature would want men from plenitude draw the least,
And from less...
Clouds: Let Us Rain
Season it is of rain, let’s rain,
Reason too to rain, let us rain.
Be it an ocean of dry, white sands,
Of water waves, surfs, bubbles, wet sands,
Our duty ‘tis to rain, let’s rain.
It’s not our nature to lie lain
At one place, let us move and rain,
We have no me nor have mine,
We choose dwelling, nor terrain.