Arun Kolatkar Poems

An old woman grabs
hold of your sleeve
and tags along
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A wooden saint
in need of paint
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Take my shirt off
and go in there to do puja ?
No thanks.
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Who has the tigers and who the sheep

never seems to make any difference.

The result is always the same:

She wins,
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The tarpaulin flaps are buttoned down
on the windows of the state transport bus.
all the way up to jejuri.
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What is god
and what is stone
the dividing line
if it exists
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A herd of legends
on a hill slope
looked up from its grazing
when chaitanya came in sight
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There is no story behind it.
It is split like a second.
It hinges around itself.
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Are you looking for a god?
I know a good one.
His name is Yeshwant Rao
and he's one of the best.
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A low temple keeps its gods in the dark.
You lend a matchbox to the priest.
One by one the gods come to light.
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