Madhav Sarkunde Poems

My Father
and my father’s father
spent their lives
at the foot of this hill.
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Every candidate
Tries to push down
My throat would-be
Policies of his party
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Some sorrows
are like vitiligo
which never go
some sorrows
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The song birds
Of my dreams
Sit on the sill
Where I sleep
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Many keep asking me
Why I choose to write
About my own Self
How can I answer
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The frisking fawns
and flying birds are
pleasant to watch -
I often heard
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I remember still
When you met me first
With Colors of youth
On your mind.
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A fine cage
lies in my heart
and a bird in it.
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Let us dissolve ourselves
in to each other or else
the rain will take
credit of it.
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Want more than I gave?
Plant me in your life's field
I'll come up as a lush green shoot.
Water it
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