Who can transmute
Many a ting
In his poetry
And which run
As stanzas
Connected with smoothly.
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The lions at the entranceAnd the temple in the form of a chariot designA picture at every sunrise and sunset.The sculptures in love, relationship,Erotic and sensual,At war or prayerSculpted and chiseled in stone,No less than poetry.The Jagannath Puri Temple by the sea beachWith the wooden idols ofJagannath, Balabhadra and SubhadraAnd the devotees lined up to…
Kavita ki udaan,
Kavitaa kavitaa,Kavitaa ke liye.The flight of the poem,What to say about it?The poem poem,For the poem.
Even after India’s freedom,
Why are women, widows and childrenIn a neglected stateEven after the tryst with destinyLiberated from the shackles of slavery?
A handful,
To be immersed in,Swept intoThe river watersTelling ofWhat it lived it here,What saw I it here.Ashes,Ashes,The bodily ashes,My ashes,Ashes,The remains of the body.
I saw it silently
The shots they fired,The street plays they staged itBut the spirit they started itEnded it otherwiseGetting mired into political controversy and mileage.