I Love Beauty But - Poem by Madhav Sarkunde
You are right that I love beauty
but I love beauty of pains more
Don't think I like only blossoms
I also kiss eyelids of trees bare.
I fill in my vein blazing suns and set
off on joureny to the land of hunger
I think life is a ticket free of charge
I must harness it for deeds worthier.
I have no time to waste on your crap
I must gather in crops before chilling winter
I won't stay for your merry-making orgies
to my poor birds, I must beat the hunter.
I do not write for your fake appreciation
I write to repay debts I owed to my sorrow
Don't play down figurines of my poor world
I assure they will lead the universe tomorrow
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