Satish Pendharkar

When offered a juicy Pear
We do not ever care
To question its grotesque shape
Nor at its seed-stricken core gape
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A Sentinel posted to guard
A hysterical hinterland
You have stood unblinking;
Unmoved for centuries
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On the windswept Marine Drive
Tumid, raging waters raise their hood
Hissing, cobra-like; spewing venom
Then withdrawing into the Arabian Sea
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Can you blame Laxmichandra and Babita
For not having possessed
Prescience in adequate measure to foresee
The nightmare that was looming large?
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In this forest we were
The half-a-dozen vixens
As we labeled ourselves
In a circle seated
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