Aniruddha Pathak Poems

Oh this Wuhan virus,
A virus so perfidious,

Once crossing a Wuhan street,
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Against me, against my soul,
And with no will I play a role—
A role to me by time lent
To look somewhat innocent,
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Whilst school lessons get grey in years long past,
O Monk Hills, what ye taught rests etched in head,
Decades pass and time moves fleeting ahead,
How memories— happy and not— still last!
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Food grains by ants ferried,
Honey by bees carried,
Wealth hoarded in by greed,
All get lost when in need,
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Poesy to popular pens bows,
To top-sellers grammar has no grouse,
Look, success' a monkey,
More it climbs on a tree,
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The green leaf
When felt, life was brief,
Said brown leaf:
It'd be brown, not if
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One may be striving all along,
O Kunti's son,
A man of discretion,
Still, the senses turbulent, strong,
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I still can see that Jamun tree,
Still feel that evening, all haste free,
Field fencing made of thorny thor,
Dry twigs and whatso availed for,
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It takes a crisis
To crack up what is,
And here's a crisis.
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When it failed to ring
I wondered why it didn't—
This alarm sweet that must sing,
But nowhere was there a hint.
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