I found you, capturing life,
painting it on your canvas.
And I stood afar,
holding my beating heart.
Waiting for you to find me.
- P.K.
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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