Poems by Dasharath Naik

Poems by Dasharath Naik
 
 
Unasked
 
Asked the crazy Spring for hues
The Mogra for aroma
The Moon for magic,,,,
I was denied ;
 
Asked the Wind for its tune
The Night for dreams
The Dew for its shine,,,
I was denied ;
 
When you went past me
Smiling the other day,
Everything bloomed
Unasked.
 
 
 
A MISFIT
 
In silence
The point exists
And
Then gets lost
In the surge of uproar.
 
Brandishing ego
Overacts mind
And
A misfit me
Pains in peril nurture.
 
© Dasharath Naik

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