Humanistic and loving.
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Scottish English
Taking me to Edinburgh and Glasgow,Valleys and highlandsWhere Scots if spoken with.
Soldiers, soldiers,
Not for pushing themTo the front-lineAs for taking gunshotsAnd fireballs.Soldiers, soldiers,Be they the Chinese troopsOr the Indian forcesNear the Galwan Valley,But men are men,End you not their lives so easily!
Jagannath, Balabhadra and Subhadra
The chariot wheel,The rathyatra,The wooden idolsOn an outingTo the see the worldAround.To read Jayanta is to be reminded ofLord Jagannath, Balabhadra and SubhadraAnd their journeysAnd viewing of the worldFrom the chariot,The ratha spinning,Rotating and doing a roundOf the mundane world.
Who is the man sculpting the erotic sculptures in love,
Who the weaver of darker love and the tangled story of it?
Khushwant Singh
Going uninvitedAnd the Samjhauta ExpressTaking to,Hearing the talksAnd smiling thereonOn the one handWhile on the otherThere going onQuawwallis,Thumris and ghazalsAnd mushairasIn compartment to compartment.Mr.SinghThough uninvited,But as a writer,One of Train to Pakistan,Taking the liberty of,Being a LahorianGoing to,Boarding the train,HearingQuwwallis,Ghazals and thumrisAnd mushairasasTo his entertainmentAnd entertaining others tooWith his fillips,Wit and humour,Cracking jokes.
They often ask me, but what to say to them,
As have you,As have I.Love is love,You feeling within,I feeling within,Love or you, love for me.Love is no doubt pure and undefiled,Sacred and sacrosanct,But we let it not to be,As weaken we the strength of it.Love is a thing of the heartBut who loves the heart,As we like to love the body,Not the soul.See the…