Sharad Rajimwale Poems

Hopes do not grow on trees
Hopes grow on you and me
like blossoms that need
nurturing- - - -
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Let me be a drop of water
sitting on the edge of a green leaf
complete in itself- -
well-rounded, transparent
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The skirt she wore is black
with large pink spots

The pink left its dark country
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The Rose that swayed
in cool breezes
and wantoned with birds
and butterflies
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I cut my finger while sharpening the pencil.
I must sharpen it.
They sharpen their daggers and swords
to spill unknown blood.
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Death sanctifies everything.
Eyes are washed by
hot unshed tears
Hearts are wrung with grief
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Morning breezes
come stealthily
awakening sleeping buds to a new life
scattering fragrance
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I pluck flowers from the spring-laden
branches
and put them one by one in my
basket
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You are the river.
I dip my fingers in the rushing water
and know it is not the same river
as Heraclitus had said.
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My lawn is strewn
with fallen flowers- - - -
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