I Will Drink Up My Share Of Sorrows Poem by Madhav Sarkunde

I am not ashamed
In befooling myself
In your eyes……
You go on hating me
I love your hate.

You behave like
You have to stay forever
In this caravanserai
I know I have to check out at the sunset
Because my budget will be over then

I may pass unnoticed
Along this crowed street
My songs born out of my heart's pangs
Will not be heard ever
But I do trust my tears
Lying around here in the dust
They will sprout with fresh invitation
To the souls burning with creation

I know nothing goes to waste here
I am sure my slightness will flower one day
Maybe I won't be there then to see its blossoms
And mind I am not in a haste to be adored

I have to drink out my share of sorrows
I never frown on the gifts of my life
I live life like a mighty river
That rushes uphill and down dale
And yet sings songs of eternal bliss