And a good man too turns into a bad man
In the company of the bad.
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Reels, production houses,Producers, directors,Script writers, singers,Musicians, sanders,Choreographers, photographers,Studios, theatres,Beauticians, costume directors,Fashion and apparel designers,Light-men, managers, graphic artists,Cinematic heroes and heroines,Villains, criticsAnd the audience.
Feels to revert back to, retreat to
Through which came he hereTreading,Passing through the green woodAnd the pastures wildFull of green grass,The leaves of fluttering in the wind,An innocence missed and goneAs for temptation,Fall from heaven,Lust and greed misleading manWith ripples within the human heart,But Nature so pristineWith the ancient orchard of itCalm and sedate,Sometimes furious and wild.
Tamurlane,
With your multi-national,Mongol, Turkic,Persian, Uzbek and Chagatai forces,Tamerlane,Come you notWith you transnational forcesTo invade us,Loot and plunder!I fear you, fear you, Sir,Tamerlane,Tamburlane,Tamerlane,Frankly speaking,Show you notYour ferocious face!TaimurOf the Timurid DynastyOf Persia and Central AsiaA warlord of Turko-Mongol lineage.
They asked it,
Came the reply,Poetry is songs,Sing you.Songs fromThe heart,Songs fromThe soulAnd you singing it.
O ambulance driver, where are you taking me away,
Say you?To whose hospital, God’s or Yamma’s,Where are you taking me away?I can hear the beacon light flashing,The siren wailing.But I know it that I shall not come again,My body just to return back.The time for my departure has comeAnd my heart is breaking.But what can I do as have to go, have to go…
The fates of the candidates
Sealed in the ballot boxesAs for who’ll winAnd who’ll lose the electionTo have the last laughAs the member of the ParliamentOr the minister?On whom Lady Luck will smile it,The lottery draw coming to the lot ofIn Kaun Banega CrorepatAnd who’ll be the ‘Khakhpati’,Dreams nurtured so farTurned into ashes,Burnt to ashes,The king of ashes and coals…