Arun Kolatkar

(1 November 1932 – 25 September 2004 / Maharashtra / India)

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  • Kanika Bhalla (5/10/2020 10:44:00 AM)

    There have been no significant poems of Kolatkar on this oage. I wanted the poems 'Knucklebones' and 'Meera', both famous, and could not find any.

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  • Bhuvi (8/22/2019 5:48:00 AM)

    Check out some of Arun Kolatkar's poetry here - https: //youtu.be/RTLKOIbxcs0!

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  • sushma hugar (7/31/2019 1:07:00 AM)

    Sir please upload the poem Crab

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  • omkar (12/25/2018 9:06:00 AM)

    poem of an old women

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  • Manish (9/14/2018 11:37:00 PM)

    Poem name in marathi

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Best Poem of Arun Kolatkar

A Game Of Tigers And Sheep

Who has the tigers and who the sheep

never seems to make any difference.

The result is always the same:

She wins,

I lose.

But sometimes when her tigers

are on the rampage,

and I've lost half my herd of sheep,

help comes from unexpected quarters:

Above.

The Rusty Shield Bearer,

neutral till then,

para-drops a winning flower —

yellow

and irrelevant —

on the checkerboard

drawn on the pavement in charcoal,

cutting off the retreat

of one tiger,

and giving a check to ...

Read the full of A Game Of Tigers And Sheep

Pi-Dog

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This is the time of day I like best,
and this the hour
when I can call this city my own;

when I like nothing better
than to lie down here, at the exact centre
of this traffic island