Two poets have always haunted my soul. At least it seems that they have been with me always, but I only really
have been familiar with them for the last three years or so.
I had heard mention of both of them, but being somewhat allergic to poetry (love poetry, yuk!!!) I'd never really read any at all,
let alone the so-called premier Marathi poets. It was only out of morbid curiosity that I picked up (read, stole) Mardhekaranchi Kavita
from my grandfather's study, to understand what the fuss about Pipaat Mele Olya Undir was. I found myself sucked into a vortex
of undefinable angst and beauty and sincere anguish and everything else, that I am still trying to navigate.
WORK IN PROGRESS...