Aniruddha Pathak

Rookie - 289 Points (25.05.1941 / Godhra - Gujarat)

Aniruddha Pathak Poems

761. Let Me Know Where Happiness Lives 8/20/2012
762. Let Bad Banished Be By Better 9/23/2012
763. O To Live And Let Go 10/28/2012
764. Ere, Soccer Was All White 11/29/2013
765. Death When Challenged Life 11/26/2013
766. Sex Is Not Far, Earth Or Star 11/29/2013
767. He Left Me As Me 11/29/2013
768. Five Men, Five Sides 12/15/2013
769. Death 12/23/2013
770. Two Boats, One Oar 12/21/2013
771. Pride 12/27/2013
772. Cosmic Journey 12/28/2013
773. Mute Melody And Mute Song 12/28/2013
774. The Hopeless Truth 12/28/2013
775. Rip Van Winkle 3/16/2015
776. Words Spoken And Not 3/17/2015
777. The Vice And Virtue 12/29/2013
778. When Milton’s Sonnets Sing 12/20/2013
779. Build A Loo Ere Ye Woo 11/30/2013
780. Nirvana On Earth 12/16/2013
781. The Spirit Of Sports 12/19/2012
782. Summer Solstice 11/29/2013
783. Greed Is Good 3/16/2015
784. Faith And Reason 12/28/2013
785. The Murder Most Foul 12/21/2013
786. Fourteen Beautiful Birds On Wings 11/18/2012
787. Joy Is The Way 10/28/2012
788. There Are Books And Books, But 12/16/2013
789. Destination 12/29/2013
790. The Joy Of Giving 12/13/2013
791. This Game Of Golf 12/30/2013

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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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