Poetry
117. Postcards from Naxalbari (March 11-April 19, 1981)
another face stares at me from the mirror every day
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116. Postcards from Naxalbari (March 11-April 19, 1981)
Life is tough there as it was years back.
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113. why fear a sweet sixteen?
Even if poetry comes unchecked, let it come. It will not complicate things but will resolve them.
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112. What does stillness mean to me
I keep hearing the cries of this world, and I rise once more to step out.
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111. If no one listens to your call
ignite your own heart with the lightning and pain
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110. there comes a day
days sometimes blow away enthusiasm, passion, energy
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109. even if the idea is disastrous
reflecting on those moments of idiotic innocence on my part
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108. my god died young
I leave it all on the outside because the life of ideology is too limited
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107. We are half of an apple
You are half of an apple, I am the other half.
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106. my solitude and my aloofness
You and I shall laugh together with the storm, and together we shall dig graves for all that die in...
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