Riddle Poem by Madhav Sarkunde

People send me invitation
for delivering speeches,
honor me by garlands and
awards of few thousands,
respond my words clapping
thunderously, right on cue

They love me as a friend
but do not follow my words
they come empty-headed
and prefer to go back so
then I cannot but regret again
and my loss is my only gain


I think something wrong
is there that stands betwixt
me and my dear people
Either I am unable to get
my message across to them
Or they must be hidebound!
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