Hi Friends,

Even as I launch this today ( my 80th Birthday ), I realize that there is yet so much to say and do.

There is just no time to look back, no time to wonder,"Will anyone read these pages?"

With regards,
Hemen Parekh
27 June 2013

Saturday, 12 December 1970

This Ancient Land



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My very own
How strange this country looks ,
Through borrowed eyes
Of a foreigner .

The very same
Uninteresting once ,
The sights are so different ;

Now provoking thought
Urging the inner self
To defy despair
And act ,
To break the spell of night
Lingering on this

Ancient land .


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12 Dec 1958

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Wednesday, 9 December 1970

O Beloved Life ( Once again smile ! )



_____________________________________________________I know
I could love you more
If I were not
So constantly dying ;
So unceasing trying
To outlive every breath :

O beloved Life
Bring back
Just a little more
Of sunshine
A little more of snow ,
Once again

A little more smile .

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Sunday, 6 December 1970

Beneath the Sun ( Roll Again , Wagon )



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Now roll again
The wagon ,
Along uncharted course ;

This sweet repose
Beneath the starry sky
Knowing not
Your destination
Unknown ,

Roll again
O wagon
To blaze a trail
Your own

Beneath the sun .


Shivaji Park
Nov-Dec 1959



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Who will cry ?



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I will die
So who will cry ?
You will
And you ,
And you ;
All for a little while ;

But who will
In the cold grave
Lie ?

Who else except

I  ?

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Soon it will be Friday



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Let me have
Some more of this ,
A goddamn whole lot
More of this
Fire in my veins ;

‘ Cause , soon
It will be Friday
And my bones
Will grow weary
And my blood
Will no more boil ;

Ah , my stars were not
Right tonight
As they never were

On any other night .

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06  Dec  1963

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