Vasant Abaji Dahake
Vasant Abaji Dahake Poems
|2.||The Hare Chase||9/14/2012|
|5.||Superman In A Jar||9/14/2012|
|7.||On A Rocky Tree||9/14/2012|
|10.||My Burning Chest||9/14/2012|
|12.||The Fine Grain Of My Days||9/14/2012|
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Holding my six-year old daughter's hand
I watch your screen-stirring presence, laughter, dance and song.
Watch you talk and act rebellious in the face of this life.
I don't particularly like this life either.
And I've now sheathed that dislike.
This is what I keep sensing: through the screen she has smoothly
entered your world, the way you operate smoothly
in enemy territory, and of late I often find myself
in a seat at the theatre,
holding the rusty sheath in my hands.
At times you act for a moment, only for a moment in a way that could
trigger a tremulous ...