Walking on the cold silent cobblestone street,
lined with mesmerising daisies, I lose my way.
Could these daisies be modern day Sirens,
half human, half flower like?
- Nuzhat
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
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Max Babi, my guru, like Tukaram has a weakness - he barely records his prolific output of poetry. Tukaram is immortal because of Santaji Jagnade who collected his works; this is my attempt to get as much of Max's stuff (he sends it on SMS) in one place.
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