Aniruddha Pathak Poems

Thank God
For small mercies—
Man can't have
All his wishes;
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Life's born, grows,
And soon leaves the lair,
Winter slumbers
Whilst in open air,
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Come O sorrows, thou art a waking call,
As happiness heals me like sleeping pills,
Upon a hard day's work how respite feels—
Let doors to joy open where there was wall.
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A monkey and gets drunk, too stricken,
Then is stung by a mad, mad scorpion,
Possest thence by spirit
Making it worse to wit,
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The beautiful most things
Seldom are linked with money,
But what memories brings—
Memories dipped in honey!
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O thou a victim of rage,
Of today's ill time and age,
Of idealistic image!
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O live life like
A carefree bird;
Life may be a
Sweet-water spring,
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Vain words when rain as if from blue,
Verses alive come less than few.

Wordy rain pours when flooding mind,
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Pen is mightier than sword you call
Till it hits boulder of a brick wall,
But when you hit this point,
You wonder: what's the point,
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The heady scent1when earth hugs drops of rain—
A gift but of first spell and gone ere long,
Never repeated soon enough again,
Short and sweet comes alas a pleasant song.
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