Brother’s love
Remember I, remember I
Them in my poetry,
My mother,
My sister,
My brother
So deeply.
Where have they gone away,
You say it to me?
Why are you silent?
Mother’s love,
Sister’s love,
Brother’s love, remember I
So tearfully and with wet eyes.
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They say it,
Let me see in fullBefore you go away.
Up above the Tower of Silence
Marking from above,Perched aroundTelling of life and human things,Human conditions and situations.At a very and lonely secluded placeLies it the Tower, the structure,The Tower of Silence,Overlooking man and his coloniesThat he has settled, inhabited,The areas around the Tower.The kites circling over, circling and circling,The vultures alighting aroundTo perch on sidewaysTo feed and fest,To cleanse the…
When I die, I know it
I shall be all aloneWithout the relatives,Kith and kin, near and dear.I do not need anyoneTo perform the funeral ritesNor to repent for,Where have you the time,Where have I the timeTo let you know aboutAs am in a huff to goAnd have to go but all alone,The body will be consigned toBut who will, I…
You, Buddha,
India and ChinaTo be cool and calmBefore resorting to war,Confrontation,Border skirmishesIn Sikkim!
One dances
Gestured orally,Sounds muted in,But performed throughThe gestures.
To capture your photographs
To feel your presence,how beautiful are you to look at!I have bought a camera for youTo capture your photographs,To reel your picturesFor our love story.
Brother’s love
Remember I, remember I
Them in my poetry,
My mother,
My sister,
My brother
So deeply.
Where have they gone away,
You say it to me?
Why are you silent?
Mother’s love,
Sister’s love,
Brother’s love, remember I
So tearfully and with wet eyes.
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I saw the Twin Towers
Bombarded and kept burning,In smoke and black-out.The planes made crash overAnd it fuming and in flames,Smokes as dark cloudsEngulfing the area.People running for cover,Jumping to death,Tragedy befallingAll of a sudden.Horrific, terrific was it,Was it to viewThe scene of the site,The towers caught in fire and smoke.Fumes billowing,It smoking and smoking,The volleys of itEngulfing the area.The…
I can see some professor editor of literary journals
Just for to be criticsOn Indian English poetry not,But British poets,Which I thinkThey do not deserve itTo do a critiqueOn Eliot, Auden and so on.
What does my heart say to,
Speak to,I want to,I want toHear,Let them,Let them say itAs sometimes one mustLend to,Lend to them?
I remember you so much
Bapu, the Father of the Nation!
Tiger
The terror of the forest,The horror of the woods.The spark of light intoThe eyes,The anger frighteningEver thirsty, ever hungry.Tiger, tigerThe terror of the forest,The horror horrifyingAnd it in its brutality.The bloody brute of the forestUntamable, swift and proudAnd arrogantEver ready to pounce upon.Tiger, tigerLying in waitWith the paws bloody and sturdy,The jaws in blood.The bloody…
What do they want?
Do they want to take the law and order into the hands,Who are they,Are they democrats or republicansOr anarchists?Are they civil rights activistsOr rowdy things?Who are they?If they are bent upon creating chaos,Turn them out.