My heart beats it for her,

Are,Are South AfricansAnd,And theirs is a heart,Heart tooWhich,Which burns itFor South Africa,AfricaO,O, hear you,Hear you,Come with an hear,Hear youThem,Them singing,Singing the song,Song of Africa,O,O, hear you the heartbeat,Heartbeat of theirsAnd say, say you after!

The script-waiter,The dramtis personae,How the costume and dressingAnd make-up menAnd the theatres,How lighting and photography,I think I have already said it to you.

What is your finding?Are they not the tribesOf the African connectionOr origin?Their language, food habit,Hunting spirit, living in the midst of natureAboriginal and primitiveOf the men of the Stone Age,Outside the circuit of civilizationEven now,The Jarwas, the dark-skinned JarwasSpeaking a no-man’s tongue,Living into the forestsSharing the joy of natureAs there is a wish within usTo…

One after another started showing the palm toAnd he telling the things in his own way.First, seeing the forehead and the palm,The fingers,The positions of Lakshmi and Saraswati,Whether vidya in the stomach or not,The fate-line without heath hazards or not,The line crisscrossed or not.Asking about the past history and troubles,Dangers and happenings,The palmist taking a…

From far,Speaking local dialects.

Unknown CitizenIn my poetry!Unknown Citizen,Your torso,Your bustSculpt I!