The robin, the skylark,
The rainbow, the meadow, the star
And the moon
Is Wordsworth,
A Nature poet,
A romantic.
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Kissing you,
As if I kissed a flower.The petals so soft and tender,So dreamy and imaginativeAnd so fanciful,Lovely and attractive.It was my impression of youWhich brought me close youAnd kissed I.After kissed I, tears welled up inInto the lustrous eyesAnd you held the hand,Asking to be truthful to love.
Pikar daru,
Say you not,Happy,Happy new yearPikar daru,Deshi or videshi,Native and local or foreign liquorAs daru is daru,Wine is wine.
The highway,
I think, think,Where will the highway to?Distraught with,My house lies it there,My office hereTo the other side of the road.But where to go, where to go,Say you,My office lies it there,My house hereAnd leaving my office, want I notTo go?
The newly-caught cobras showed he,
Not broken yet,Full of wrath and vengeance,Hissing instantly and hooding.One of them was a white cobra,Not wholly,But partlywhile the other wasA chocolate colour cobraAnd he with a rootControlling it,Daring with courageAnd faith in the Snake-god.Cobras live in the field beds,Anthills,Pond guard walls,Stems and bushes and forestsOr the orchard plots.
Who are you, sir? May I now your identity please?
What is that to you?Dear sir, may I take the trouble of knowingYour kind entity and identity?Of course, of course, you know me in full,Who hides from,May depute some private spies,Constitute the fact-finding mission! ,Said the man seated on the platform benches.Sir, it’s fine that you are here,But one thing I dare not say to…
The cheetah with slim body,
Printed spots,Slim and fastSaw I sitting.The beauty of the forest,The mystery of the wild,The miracle of CreationWas it the catSprinting through the forest.Cheetah, tigerly cheetahRunning, sprintingAll through the forestAnd the hillsBeautiful and picturesque.To see the tear-like streaksNear the eyes,The printed, spotted coat of itCovering itAnd it going.But the claw of it bloody,Bloody, brutal and bestialA…