Madhav Sarkunde Poems
|81.||Death Comes Unnoticed||3/9/2014|
|85.||O My Songs||9/15/2014|
|86.||I Can’t Forget You||6/11/2015|
|88.||Resting Is Rusting||4/23/2016|
|90.||Life Is Struggle||7/4/2016|
|92.||I Will Drink Up My Share Of Sorrows||12/23/2014|
|93.||I Never Sleep||2/20/2014|
|96.||While Living For Poetry||4/5/2012|
|97.||Defiant Question Of Paradha's Boy||3/14/2012|
|98.||Let Us Realize Ourselves||3/22/2012|
|99.||An Either-Or Choice.||2/20/2014|
|100.||You Discolored My Soul||3/3/2015|
|102.||Be True To Yourself||6/15/2012|
|103.||Song Birds Of My Dream||3/2/2015|
Comments about Madhav Sarkunde
and my father’s father
spent their lives
at the foot of this hill.
They never climbed
up the hill and tried
the world beyond
One day out of curiosity
I clambered up the hill
and looked around.
Really, I was dumbfounded!
From on high
how vast the world
meets our eyes
and so also life!
Genius Ink Blot
Other day, I forgot to cap my pen Jotter
as I was carried away by a lovely matter.
Drop by drop, the ink sneakily oozed down
and made my pocket all black and brown.
When I discovered it, my countenance fell
just I was on cloud nine and now I'm in hell.