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I Drink Their Sorrows
by Prof. Madhav Sarkunde
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  Like an inveterate drunkard I drink their sorrows
All around me are desperate, desolate and dejected
Trying to breathe life into their living just like the old hag
Who empties her lungs on soaked twigs in her mud-stove
I hail from that place where a solitary question of hunger
Proclaimed capital punishment of collective living--
Where the dense forest of ignorance reached the sky
Where darkness has gutted the whole of existence
Where all souls are caved in like the rain-soaked wall
Where life is misled by the naked reality – that where
There is no road which milestone should be trusted
I am an offspring of this torn-off neighborhood.
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March 11, 2014
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