Apparently the two banks
never reunited;
they just coyly smiled.
One bad summer the river dried
and I saw their clasped hands.
And I smiled too.
- Hershal Pandya
Saturday, July 23, 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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