A girl

That you love me,Love me!Bobby,Bobby, say you,Say you, Bobby!

The pulsation of my heartWho is none but she passing out.My heart beats it whenver seeI passing her,The heart beat of my soul,The abnormal fluctuation of my heart,Oh, how to desribe the aches of mine!

But on the campus,What do they do,Teachers and the taught,Who after love,Who after drinks,Who after money?How to be powerful,How to make money,How to look officerly,How to hold offices of power,How to come in cars?Everything but a bargain for.

I guarantee you,They won’tBut I’m.The kiss of a miss, the mistress kissed I,Did not want to kiss herAs no intention,But it got imparted upon, impressed uponThe tender and soft cheeks of her.And it was my first kiss, first ever kissed a maidenBut kissed I nervouslyAs stood I in fear and suspenseThat people will see itBut…

Looking likeA tattoo himself.The scorpion manGoing withThe scorpionsMasculine and junglee.

And Mr.PalmistThe great thugs,Thugs of India,Cheats,Swindlers of money.

Haryanvi heroinesWill not do it,We want nowNaga heroines,Mizo heroines,Assamese heroines,Lepcha, Bhutia heroines,From Meghalaya, Tripura,Manipur, Mizoram,Assam, Nagaland,Sikkim,Some Bodo heroineWant we,WeIn Bombay.My talks withThe Naga-Naga girls,Bodo blondes,Heroines Sikkimese, Tibetan,Lepcha, Bhutia,NepaliFrom Darjeeling, Siliguri.

So devastated and distraughtLeading to ruin and spoil,The highway horrible and terribleOutwardly looks it smoothAnd leadingBut quite misleading is it,So unbelievable and disastrousThe highwayLuring and devastating.

At Birsingha, GhatalTelling of his birth and childhoodAnd at Karmatar, JamtaraHis last days away from among the tribals.Pages From his LifeIswar Chandra VidyasagarReading under the street lamplight,Crossing the small streamTo see his sick mother.N.B. One title, two sub-titles

Just believe,Said he.But on hearing him, said she curtly and cutely,O Mr., how long will you go saying,I love you, love youAnd dodging others?It’s too a realityThat she has, I love, love youTo many a girl beforeBefore meeting herAnd she catching him red-handed.

Of the disc,A disco dancerSinging,I am a disco dancer,A disco dancer,The world a disco song.

The ISKCON-ites,Hare Rama, Hare Krishna Movement people.