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Namaste,Brahma, Vishnu, Maheshwara,FoldingThe handsAnd saying,NamasteWith the closed eyes.ClosingThe eyesAnd withNamasteTo Brahma, Vishnu, MaheshwaraWhoever be it,I showingMy respect toWith.
Burn the lamp within
Light coming and goingAnd you taking the counsel from.Get light and give it to others,Get and give.
I saw the childless mother
Into the older lime-stone powder and small bricks madeCenturies old temples,She passing the whole nightLonely and darkBefore the Shiva-lingam,Praying to, seeking blessing from,Invoking the supernatural, nocturnal power,A devotee in her sadhnaTo have the mystical communion,Coming in the form of dreams.
The poet as a mad man
The mad man maddening it allWith his mad things,A mad man making madMadly after the thingsIn a mad-mad world.
I do not smoke
Their cigarsMake me smoke,The trails of smokeTwirling up above,The cigar held in betweenThe fingers,Puffed with style,Embers blazing,Ashes shaken off.On seeing themI too want to smoke,Smoke a cigar.