Poems by Dasharath Naik

Poems by Dasharath Naik
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
In silence
The point exists
Then gets lost
In the surge of uproar.
Brandishing ego
Overacts mind
A misfit me
Pains in peril nurture.
© Dasharath Naik

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