TUKARAM
 


I followed



I followed

No manuals of mukti

Never cared about

Penance and such.



Help! I hollered

From where I lay

God , get me out of

This hole.

Didnt bring holy water

For your bath, did I?

Meditation is all

The service I offered.

A lot of words

Flaked off Tuka.

With uncritical grace

You accepted them.



There’s no percentage

There’s no percentage

In being renowned

When our dialogue

Brings no dividends.

As far as i m concerned

God doesn’t exist

I m starving ; cut out

The dinner table jokes.

I garnished my tongue

With a lot of language

But was farthest

From any feeling.

An emigrant now , i m ‘

a citizen of no land

I gave up sansara

Without gaining you.

If only id known,

Says Tuka

I’d have desisted

From such folly.




Blasted

Blasted

The seed is popcorn

Birth and death

Both we scorn.

Form

Is out of place

God we have

Gigured in the flesh.



Sugar transcends

The sugarcane.

We bypass the womb

And the pain.

All, says Tuka,

Is only apparent

And everybody

Is Pandurang.




Both we scorn.

Form

Is out of place

God we have

Gigured in the flesh.



Sugar transcends

The sugarcane.

We bypass the womb

And the pain.

All, says Tuka,

Is only apparent

And everybody

Is Pandurang.

 


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