Comfort and peace
Rather than sadhna?
Sadhna,
My last refuge,
My last shelter
To seek refuge in.
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It is difficult to be man
And where will youIn the crowds passing?
What is poetry? Poetry is kirtana,
Coming through the recitationAnd you continuing for twenty four hoursOr twelve hours,Day and night choruses,Definitely a team work is it.The harmonium is playedAnd the Ram-nam sung uponWith the striking cymbalsLyrically and rhythmically,Take you, the name of Rama,Sita-Ram, Sita-Ram,Hare Rama, Hare KrishnaOr the name of Radha and Krishna.
Silence, silence please,
SilenceTo compose oneself.Silence,Just a minute’s silenceTo reinvigorate and rejuvenate oneself.Silence,Silence all that we need,Just a minute,A minute’s silence to re-compose myself.When the times are so hard,Full of chaos and confusion,Tumult sand disorder.Silence,Silence please,A minute’s silence,Just a minute’s silence, sir.To re-compose it myself,To reinvigorate and rejuvenate myselfTo be again at your duty,Just, just let me be…
It is nothing but sheer madness
The fanatical lineAnd by being a religious state,What can it offer to mankind?What sort of people are theyFanatical and fundamental,Religious bigots and zealotsRuling Iran madly?
Sitting on the gallery benches,
Circus artistes playing with brutal and bloody animalsAnd the orchestra music taking us far away.
I saw Moscow from far
A tourist,A travellerMoscow the heart beatAnd the vibeOf the Russians,Russian heart and soul.