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Shivaji Pandhare

Drama


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Shivaji Pandhare

Drama


My Son

My Son

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He is like in the phase of

Enlighted

Death of all emotions

And desires

Mentally retired

We tried much to make him sane


But now it's too late

Because who are sane like

Beast usurping to possess

Power money love

And like blind fumbling true

Love discarding parent

For achieving money fame career


Let others go to hell

They are looting each other

To prove gender superior 

To prove category to prove class

State and language discriminations


Rather than teaching him all this

I thought my son is in the best phase

Of unknown criteria

Why should bring him to normalacy

In a flock of abnormal?

He doesn't know whereabouts of self

I am grateful for God for sending this messenger.

On earth.


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