Kedarnath Agarwal Poems

Along the river Ken
Crossing its legs
The stone sits quite silent.
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At the death of his father,
The son
Of a starving farmer has -
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When we are no more,
The fields will still remain,
And the mustering thick on these
Fields.
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O Sailer : play not thy flute,
My mind sways,
My mind sways as sways
The aqueous sheet,
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Strike the hammer,
And with blows repeated
Bend the red hot iron
Into any and all forms desired.
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