Sudhir Kakar
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Sudhir Kakar,
You have got no work to do
Barring
Who loved whom,
Who winked at whom?
How had it been the Mahatma
Accompanied by the White girls,
How was it it Aurobindo’s love for Mira Alfassa,
Mira Bai’s prem,
Tagore’s heartbeat for Kadambaridevi?
Not a good man, but a bad man,
Kakar,
It’s very bad,
Not the job of a good man,
But a very bad man.
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