The cold and the darkness
was stifling...
These days Silence
hangs around the tombstone.
She loves to sit on it
and feel the gentle breeze
on her hair.
- Nuzhat
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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