A German beauty
Which but I know it not?
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Burqawalli, jabshe dekha
Mujhko pyaar ho gaya,Burqawalli,Pyaar ho gayaMujhko,Tum pas kartin huyinAur mein dekhata huyaa,Kaun,Kaun jo who hasina?Burqa-clad mistress, since when saw IYouFell I in love with,Burqa-clad mistress,Fell in loveI,You passing throughAnd I marking you,Who,Who the maiden is?
Gandhi,
The Great Old Man,Father of the Nation.
Criticism
The way you do it.CriticismDo youConstructively.CriticismIs an artOf evaluation, assessment.
Kabir
Haunted itGandhi,Mahatma GandhiSpinning the hand loom wheel for yarn,Haunted itTagore,Rabindranath TagoreIn writing GitanjaliImpacting themThe songs of Rama-RahimaWith his thoughts saintly.
Maha Nanda Sharma who used to teach in a college
Before moving to Meerut UniversityDid his Ph.D. on P.G.WodehouseAnd was a poetOf some epical length and line,Going by Milton and AurobindoAnd deriving from Paradise Lost and Savitri,Whatever be our appraisal of his,If epics not strictly then epic fragments.A writer of The Pageant of Seasons (1956) ,Flowers and Buds (1984) ,A Rudraksha Rosary & Other Poems…
Nagaland,
The Naga villages,Naga life and culture,Natural habitats and scenery,Hilly, rocky, forested,Full of highlands and downs.Nagaland which I could not know it,Could not feel it ever before,Nagaland,The land of the Nagas,Naga villages and tribesWith their native aboriginal culture and traditionWith which vibrated and throbbed it,Going by the vibes of itTaking to far and beyond.The hills, the…
A German beauty
Which but I know it not?
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Struggling,
Bearing with silentlyTo cope with the deadly virusSpread around,The emergency staff,The militaryAll called inTo helpDuring the crisisTo overcome itAnyhow.But the wide worldA mute spectatorSending no aid,Showing no hasteTo help the writhing humanity,Ailing humanity,Suffering and dyingFrom the new virusAfflicting them unawaresWhen unprepared forAll thatAffecting it like a dragon.
How meaningful is Ogden Nash,
A study of nonsense verses!Sometimes one likes to lightenThe load of studiesAs did he M.K.NaikIn his light verses.To turn the things in a Jonathanian way,In a topsy-turvy stateTo mean and demean.The Apple Cart being drivenAnd the apples falling,Spilling out.HamletOr Indian Paglet,How to say it?Where are they waitingAnd for whom?When will He turn up?Who Godot, why…
As a writer started I my journey long back in the eighties
Devoting near about ten to twelve hours to studies dailyBut none supported meIn my onward journey.My father wanted to see me posted in the administrative serviceBut chose I differently,Struggled, suffered and sacrificedAnd life taught meIn full destitute instead of being well-to-do.I published my first collection of poems, The Ferryman (Songs of Soul)From which the excerpts…
Fanatics are many,
But a humanist, a liberal, a progressive.
I closing the eyes
In the praise of Ganesha,Lord GaneshaWith the hands foldedAt the temple entranceOffering water and flower petalsJust before the start of my worshipAnd olden artistic statues dancing,dancing before the eyesMade in different styles,From different objectsRock-cut, made from clay,Wooden and painted,Ganesha aschildOf Shiva-Parvati,Ganesha as dearer to Parvati,Ganesha in an elephantine faceLooking so bizarre and grotesqueBut blissful blessingWith…
The House I think is mine
It’sOf Time,The Haunted House of TimeIs itWithThe Phantoms of TimeSitting as the ListenersUnresponsive.