Dressed clumsily,
Eating midway,
Sleeping midway
Living a nomadic savage life,
Sometimes under the lorry body
Passing the hot summer day,
But drinking and driving,
Drinking and driving day and night,
When to reach homes no one knows it,
Who will when,
The lorry driver going with the lorry,
The house remains it forgotten
In wine-taking,
The man of the pathway
He has changed into?
A half-naked fakir with a lathiStriding aloneIn dhoti and shawl.
The kingfisher perched on a tree branchAdjacent to the pondIs calling continuously,Singing the song of the cloudy weatherAnd the monsoon to drizzzleAnd the rains will splash overAnd it will be easy to catch fish.The kingfisher perched on a bough of a treeAdjacent to the pond,Marking the ruffle of the windAnd the monsoon to burst uponAnd…
A sadhu,A yogiOr a bhogi?An Arya Samajist,A Boddha Bhikkhu,A Marxist socialistOr a mahapanditb bhashavid?
Say you,A rose or a maiden?
Playing with dust,Under the sunUnmindful ofWhat she had,What had not,Playing with dustUnder the strong sunThat poor girl,Poor Dalit girlInto the hamlet,Hamlet homeAnd the courtyardAll around the place,The open space adjacent to itThat Dalit girl,Poor Dalit girlHalf-fed,Half-fed and half-clothed,The child,Child of povertySmiling,Smiling sweetly.
How, how shall I the statue goldenBut blacky-coated,I do not know,Whether it was polished so as to avoidThe commonly public gazeOr grew it so living in the earth,Into the mound of the olden bricks,O, I don’t know, I don’t know!Speak, speak you, history and histriography,Dwelling in heritage sites of archaeology,Speak you, speak you,O, museumsAbout the…
