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How do you take poetry, asked he
Poetry poetry, poetry is poetry for meAnd I coming out of the houseIn my search forBuddhas,The Buddhas,Made by the artisansAcross the borders,Crossing over Ladakh, Arunachal and SikkimTo be in Tibet, China, Myanmar, Japan,Mongolia, Hongkong, Cambodia,Indonesia, Sri LankanAnd the golden Buddhas, cast in goldAnd other metals,In clay, pottery and other models,Striking and flashing upon,The monasteries soHoly…
What was I
I was notIn the world?What,What was IWhenI was not?
Murkhamantri the rustic leader under arrest and lock up,
In the prison cellTaking sattu and litti,I mean fried gram ground powder with a pinch of salt, waterAnd a green chilly during the day timeAnd the small and thick breadMade on the palm and baked into the fire during the night timeAs for good health and solid dieting.The big-big talks of bossism almost gone,The blunt…
Poetry as the dark daughters,
Daughters cut in stoneof maya and moha,Working and toilingAnd sufferingDark daughtersUnder heat and dust,Sun and shower,Into the sobs and smilesOf their own.
Kali The Mother as a poem
The Dark GoddessWhich he didWhile had been in KashmirOn Dal LakeIn Srinagar on a houseboat.After visiting the Kheer Bhawani templeIn SrinigarWith Bhawani as the deity,He wrote the poemUnder the fever of inspirationAnd the frenzy of the moment.How to invoke, take to,How to mythicize,How to mystify,How to know the Unknowable,How to feel the Terrible SheEngaged his…
Soldiers, soldiers,
Not for pushing themTo the front-lineAs for taking gunshotsAnd fireballs.Soldiers, soldiers,Be they the Chinese troopsOr the Indian forcesNear the Galwan Valley,But men are men,End you not their lives so easily!