A Tik Tok heroine

To suit his idea and thoughtAnd poetic expression,That enmity and hatred,Vengeance and malice cannot beReciprocal.The poet exalts simple lifeAnd simple livingWithout disturbing it allFlora and fauna,Woods and wilds,Hamlets and the country,Life values.

Are,Are South AfricansAnd,And theirs is a heart,Heart tooWhich,Which burns itFor South Africa,AfricaO,O, hear you,Hear you,Come with an hear,Hear youThem,Them singing,Singing the song,Song of Africa,O,O, hear you the heartbeat,Heartbeat of theirsAnd say, say you after!

But the milky white lightSpread all round the placeAnd you only not with me.Had you been, I would have,Would have walking hand in handThe things of my heart,The fear of my heartAnd of your losing.

To light it at eve?Who is the maidenLighting in her country home,So simple and sweet?

First time affair, first time love,Love you,Love I.My love is a red, red red-roseBlushing at first sight,My coy and shy mistressWith the bent eye-lids.My love, call youAnd I will comeWherever am I,Hearing your call.As love is love,A thing of heart,So innocent, so ignorant a lassUnable to understand this complex world ofSo much complex people.My love,…

A tourist,A travellerMoscow the heart beatAnd the vibeOf the Russians,Russian heart and soul.

LandingAnd flying awaySo beautifully black,Black and white,White and black,The cranes,Black-necked,White-feathered cranes.

How do they disturb man,How did they you?You too were a man, a woman, full of heart and its sensitivity,But to end life in such a way,I could not the malaise o f your heart.You too had love in your heart, you too had affection withinWhich but you could not resist it,But to give your…

Where will the power lie in?

And that who is guilty,At faultWhether penitent or not,Who can ever say it?Those whom we call or think to beAre not soAs because hate the sin, not the sinner,who with the religious textInto the hands of hisRefusing to admit it.Would not have been so,Had his parents given time toInstead of their business,Would not have been…

Say you aboutLola,Lola the Mongolian scholar(Ellena Narvertovna Kozerovskaya)Met in Leningrad,In Stalin’s RussiaWhile working as Professor of Indology,BuddhismAt Leningrad Univ.,Say,Say you aboutYour sonIgor!Volga se Ganga tak,Ganga se Volga tak,Anthin yaatrayen!Volga to Ganga,Ganga to Volga,Endless travels!

We shall meet the new menIn the new yearTo come.