Aniruddha Pathak

Rookie - 289 Points (25.05.1941 / Godhra - Gujarat)

The Gift Of Tears - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

A lot is lost—losses unheard,
And still have saved a price-less thing:
A stream of tears easy that spring,
By women of this wanton world;
A lot is saved, things nigh weird—
Position and power and prestige,
High walls to hold women in siege,
By man-folk of very same world;
And yet, gains regained at grave cost:
The greatest gift of God to cry,
Shedding tears nor making eyes moist,
And art of making heart lighter nigh!
And reason why his heart is brittle cake,
No lunch lain free for wanton a man’s sake!
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- Sonnets | 19.08.14 |

Form: Sonnet

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 17, 2015

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