Wordsworth and Lucy, Lucy and Wordsworth, how to imagine each other in the absence of, who she is, is she the sister of Wordsworth or the beloved of his or his love of Nature, who she is after all? Is she his love of the wild, the mystery of the woods, the hills shining blue looking down over the hills, dales, vales as the scenery panoramic with the skies touching the lands.Is Lucy a small girl? Is it innocence love?

Of dark consciousnessTo delve and dwell uponMan-woman relationship,Attraction and repulsion,Give and take relationship.A novelist of the pullsAnd counter-pullsOf consciousness,Sensational and sensitiveAnd sensuous,Sexual and dreamy.One of male dominationAnd possessive love,His is a phallic consciousness,Earthy, bodilyAnd physical,Carnal and voluptuous.The soul not, but the bodyThe centre of his attraction,A novelist just likeHarbouring the ideasOf Vatsyayana, Freud and Rajneesh,Sexual…

But got I not soAnd see it, how lucky is heThat black-complexioned friend,Desired he not, nor imagined he in a dreamBut got he a very beautiful wife.Now think I what should I do?The dreamgirl has come, but adjusting with not.

The Buddhist monksRearingThe orphan tiger cubsIn the Tiger TempleWalking withThe tigers,Caressing,LovingAnd caringIn all friendliness.

Burning with hatred, malice and vengeance,Animosity, revengeThe religious crusaders are they,The medievalist peopleSuperstitious and uncultured,Uncultured and uncivilized.The religiously-blind people, mad after and crazy,We mean the bigots, zealots,Fanatics and fundamentalistsTurned human haters and bombers.

Syrian daughter,Poor daughter,My daughter?Distraught and dishevelled,A refugee seeking shelterAnd refuge,Syrian daughter,Leaving your homeA refugeeIn other’s home.

Under the mist and the dews?Who is, who is the maidenWith the star as flowerPlucked and put into the handsGoing in the dark?Under the moonlit nights, who the maiden going,Talking with the starsAnd the fair, fine and icy fresh rajanigandha sticksFull of whitely blooms,Dreamy and strangely scented,Smiling and talking?O, love’s talks!I just marking her from…