Narayan Surve, Mumbai

We know only two roads:
One leads to the factory
And the other,
to the Crematorium.
My father withered away toiling
So will I, and will my little ones?
Perhaps, they too face such sad nights
Wrapped in coils of darkness,
My heart wells up,
Seeks an outlet;
For it was my father
Who sculpted your epic in stone.

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Narayan Surve, Mumbai

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