With smoky wispy shadows
thronging my avenues,
besieging my soul
and terrorizing my heart
- even a maneater
with fire in the belly,
I would clasp to my bosom.
- Max
Monday, May 3, 2010
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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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