Grace, Poet of of Mystic Metaphors And Arcane Cadence
Marathi Poet Manik Godghate, who acquired a pseudonym "Grace", famous for his eclectic imagery and esoteric cross cultural symbolism dies in Pune. He brought in a tapestry of romanticism and dystopia, gloom and ecstatic narcissism in a beautifully crafted poetic form, whose innate rhythm often left the reader flummoxed.
your body attains the speed of the flower.
and fragrance of deathbed melts in your lips
(or)
when she left, rain was singing
sun was trying to carry away its entangled rays
as she was my mother I cried deeply
at that very instant wind was carrying away torn leaves
In front of house I realised I lost my childhood.
and dusky lantern in window was standing alone.
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