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Prof Madhav Sarkunde Poem
To me
Life is an affair
And a fair too
When affair
I caress it
When a fair
I loiter about
And relive
My childhood
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Prof Madhav Sarkunde Poem
These shackles are related to me for a long time
They sat on my limbs like precious ornaments for years
When ferocious loneliness in the prison would spread
On my mind like a desert, the jingles of the shackles proved
The world’s sweetest music to me
Now I am all free
Yet a sense of bondage lingers within me
Every day in the morning I sit in the cushy Sofa
And caress those symbols of slavery for no reason
My son asks me, ‘Papa,
Why do you play with the shackles?’
Now how can I convince him that
The shackles have entered my nature?
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Prof Madhav Sarkunde Poem
The song birds
Of my dreams
Sit on the sill
(Where I sleep )
And sing achingly
I get drifted
In the world.
I crave for it
When I am
All awake.
Would that
The songs take
Over my life!
Just then …
My wife calls
Out to me
For a walk
Frightening
The birds away
I open my eyes
To see the world
Filled with elegy
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