And go away.
Promise, promise you
After loving me, you will not,
Will not desert me,
An introvert beloved like me?
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The little girl trafficked
Of Bollywood.She, after leaving the home,Boarding a train to be a heroineBut the philanthropic director turning he not.
It is a song of heart; it is a song of love,
With the melody taking farTo reminiscence and recollectionOf the spent together withAnd the mistake committedIn realizing itThe relationship,The bond of loveWith a tinge of love and missing,Missing and losing.
American is of Americanness
Not the ethnic minoritiesAnd their dead habitsAnd customs,Of the AmericansAnd AmericannessAnd free Americanism.American society is a free society,Not a conservative society,Governed by freedom speechAnd expression,Liberties guaranteedIn the Charter.Not by the conservatives,Conventional patriarchsBelieving in patriarchal hegemonyWho but the blind peopleReasonably deadBent upon wreaking hell,DestroyingWhatever good it is in American culture.The minorities, the ethnic and racial minoritiesWill…
My mind goes to that Rajasthan
Travel and journeyIn the desert sands,The ship of the desert,The camels trudging,Trudging the ways,Making forays intoSaddled and going,The hunch-backed camels,Bizarre-figured,Going from big to small,Small to big in figureAnd structure.Traditionally clothedRajasthanis, desert peopleOn the camel-backsSaddled and goingWith loadsAnd the camel trudging,Trudging through,Makina way intoThe desert,The icon of Rajasthan,The beauty of the landscape,The prosperity of rural folks.The…
I search the lost child
The lost childAnd its innocence, ignorance.With the growing age and changing timesHow have I changedThink I,The child in me is lost now.
Promise, promise you
That you will not, will not betray me.
Promise, promise you
As for God’s sake
That you will not, will not betray me.
Placing the hand the heart, taking it in full belief,
Say you, say you
That you love me, love me so much,
Keeping the hand on the Bible,
Say you seeing Lord Jesus.
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The third class people on chair
Many loafers and jokers as first class first and gold medallists,Many third classers calling themselves first class.The third class men with the first class degree sitting on chairBut let him be, as he cannt be first class by nature.Throw not the rotten eggs on, nor the tomatoes,A third class fellow will remain a third class…
Poetry, poetry,
Poetry, poetry sunkar,Poetry, poetry pagla kar degiYah poetry.Poetry aur pagalpan,Kitanei paglei hainKavi aur uski kavita.Poetry, poetry,Now I shall go madHearing poetry, poetry,Poetry, poetry will make me madThis poetry.Poetry and madness,How mad are theyThe poet and his poem!
Mein haath badhata hun
Wah pyaar ka rishtaJo kabhi nahin tutega.I’m raising my handAnd you tie the rakhi on it,That relationship of loveWhich will not break ever.
Man is of the path,
Man wanting to go somewhere,But reaching somewhere.
When praised I the beauty of her, how cute and beautiful is she,
How imaginative and fanciful,How young and lovely,Felt she jealous of,Envying herAnd in a fit rage, unsaid and unexpressed,Which but felt I on marking her mood,Left she the placeTo return again,But came she not back againAnd I waited and waited for herBut turned she not up, my ladylove.And when returned I back, talked she snot,Came she…
All were busy in becoming landlords, courtiers and king’s men,
The sycophants and courtiers,The bards too lost in eulogizing.None took the pains to record in history, historiography and museumology,None posed to be a curator,A history-writer writing the history of man and the world,A historiographer.The pains of taming and training wild elephants,None strove to know it,The art of keeping, looking after the gigantic animals,Like the huge…