You're a gurgling
brook, cascading
over stones. Cats
crave for silver
streaks, but, hardly
ever dive into the
cool water. We stare
in electrified
silence.
- Max
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
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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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