At twenty my best buddies
were in their infirm eighties,
At sixty my bosom pals
are in their explosive twenties -
the perennial outisder.
My mind cannibalizes.
- Max
Monday, October 12, 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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