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Shardoolsen Jadhav Poem
A distant wail, a spirit cried
“Too short a life! , too short a life!”
A piercing sound in the dead of night
“Too short a life! , too short a life!”
My candle lit to seek the sight
I leaned at the sill to look outside
He looked at me straight, looked in my eyes,
“ Too short a life! , too short a life!”
Clad in black and made in bone
His eyes like jewels no man had known
A scythe in hand perfectly honed
He stood determined, he stood alone
I knew him from the books and lore
A figure that men and women abhorred
The final vision for those that go,
An appointment kept and never ignored.
“ Is it I, who you seek?” To him I asked
Knowing at heart, the reapers task
He nodded yes, my time had passed
Now any breath would be my last
Give me a moment, I said to him
Let me remember my friends, my kin
remember my righteousness, remember my sin
Let me remember who I have been
He stood his ground, I closed my eyes
A saw a man that I had left behind...
A man who loved and lived a life
And not just toiled for food and wine
I saw a love that Walked away
When the mission of life was debts to pay
I saw my days they all looked the same
A promising journey that turned mundane
I heard their words of wise advice
In being like the others I took great pride
The way of the world to all applies
I never saw the truth, behind their lies.
And now I stood there, and the end of the line
Lamenting the lost opportunity of time
The scythe struck as I opened my eyes
As my spirit cried, “Too short a life, too short a life”
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Shardoolsen Jadhav Poem
Once there was a pauper whose story was never told.
A man prey to conventions made so many years ago.
Now he was not ignorant and others would also agree…
He was just a jobless bugger with a respectable college degree.
He was an artist, a scientist and a dreamer.
A thinking man a relentless schemer
In social captivity he strived to be free,
A jobless bugger, with a respectable college degree.
They took away his pride and ideas even more
His morals his conviction and everything else they stole.
And still they advised him that it is unwise to be,
A jobless bugger with a respectable college degree…
It was pieces of paper that ruled their lives..
Gave them home, food, respect and wine.
All a part of a grand, redundant machine
Except the jobless bugger, with a respectable college degree.
But then one day the the machine finally broke.
Amidst great terrors and horrors then humanity spoke.
Will pieces of paper fix this tragedy?
They asked each other with fear and misery. "'
No one had looked at the machine from afar.
No one could as they were all its parts.
But then they realised there was one who had seen
The strengths and the flaws of the great machine.
Watching intently the pauper stood by.
The people begged and cried for their lives.
Only he could fix the machine
The jobless bugger, with a respectable college degree.
So listen to my words, the story i just told
There is a purpose that every life holds
You can either be like the men trapped in the machine
Or the jobless bugger with a respectable college degree!
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You said that you had dreams,
You said that you weren't free...
Well, do you have the time now?
You said that you would catch up later,
You said that you would try to get better...
Well, do you have the time now?
You said you need some peace...
Hear the birds sing; the rustling leaves...
Well, do you have the time now?
You said it loud, you talked the talk...
And now it's time... To walk the walk...
But here you are, you curse and lament...
Disturbed, distraught, disfigured and bent...
Your face still glows from the tablet's light..
You've lost your reasons, you've lost your might...
Was everything you said, a lie for me?
Or something just for yourself to believe...
Stop hiding behind the what, the how...
You asked for time from up above...
Well, do you have the time now?
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Hidden behind a loveless lie
An institution held up so high
Predefined wrongs and predefined rights
Them, trapped inside a showcased life
They say in heaven a match is made
And will of God a man obeys
No matter what, the toll it takes
They must endure for culture’s sake
If love is lost, they shall not crave
And if they do, they must be saved
A sin to long, the pain to stay
A truth ignored till it fades away
And thus the years, they pass them by
Hidden tears and force-full smiles
Two lives, two stories and wasted time
In the righteous life of a loveless lie.
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Should I remain ready
Attentive and alert
Should I remain available
Every time you get hurt
Should I never move on
Find no one else for me
Should I wait and wonder
What you and I could be
Should I speak only
to comfort or to praise?
Should I believe that you’ll be back
When you’re gone without a trace
Should I then still love you
With all my heart and soul
Or should I just silently leave
And risk you being alone?
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In a mist, travelling at the speed of light
Oblivious to what lies beyond my sight
Oblivious to what I left behind,
Hollow the mind that was once my might.
With hope no more than landing the next step
A field of thought shortened and inept
The promise of a code still trying to be kept
A wasted effort, a futile attempt.
Beneath a shadow of the larger me
A tiny man still hilariously keen
A joke a puzzle a riddle or a dream
Less to be and more to seem.
A query thus imbibes on my mind.
Is this the beginning or the end of the line
The transition I know shall take no time,
From an unsettled 28 to an unsettled 29
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Of what was lost, I shall not speak
A beautiful past I shall not seek
For I have grown, like you had asked
Followed through with every task
I shall not heed to a memory’s call
I shall not feel, lest I slip and fall
For I have forgotten as you had asked
And followed through with every task
I shall not question who I’ve become
I shall surrender and not try to run
For I have changed as you had asked
And followed through with every task
Now I am strong, as you describe
And I am happy, you claim with pride
Now I am perfect for you to own
I am one of you, I’m not alone
Now I shall not try to look inside
I shall not yearn, nor laugh nor cry
For I have died as you had asked
And followed through with every task
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A lone wayfarer, searching eyes
Tired feet, looking for respite
A journey long, waves of heat
A bench then falls upon her sight.
It rests below a mighty tree
Placed by design for those who need
The wayfarer sees this paradise
Makes her way to the precious retreat
It too invites her with open arms
For a companion the bench too longs
It serves her all its comfort and shade
Until it’s time for her to move along
The bench then sees the wayfarer go
Much like the others had gone before
It wipes a tear and looks away
As another traveller comes its way.
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Will it shine a light inside me
Or will it pass me by?
Will this hint of a thought
Bring me back to life?
Are your words the truth
Or sugar coated lies?
Will the way you talk (to me)
Bring me back to life?
Will I go back in time
Or will I be born again?
Or will I stay suspended
Without a start or end?
Will it make a difference
If I do or do not try?
Is it you or is it me
Who will bring me back to life.
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A reflection that lies
in a mirror only for my eyes,
who would know what lies inside
who am I?
A crowd has spread so far and wide
within a haze that crowd resides
and from that crowd I'm pushed outside
who am I?
In cogs and gears the world I see
every one fits so perfectly
but where am I in this design?
Who am I?
But the machine is bound to break
and shepherd less sheep shall come my way
will they be refugees or will they be pray?
I hope I know for their sake
who am I?
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