Secretly sharing with the flowers,
Mark it,
Betraying you, I can never be happy, my love?
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Father use to talk about
And I used to hear aboutNishkam karmayoga.
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Your smile,
capturedin a photographtaken by the camera,your smile,smilecapturedin a photo.
Flowers And Buds, which appeared in 1984 from Meerut,
Is indeed a noble and pious attemptOn behalf of Maha Nand SharmaAs poetizing the myth of Shiva,One from the Shiva cycle of stories,Shiva and Sati,Sati going to her father’s home uninvitedAs for her husbandBeing a sadhu and a fakira,A dweller on mount Kailash,An aghora sahdaka.As for the insult she could not bear with,Sati jumps into…