Of the leaves
While crossing over the forest track
I saw a white owl,
White owl
In the flash of the car light
Which wanted I to pick up,
But let it go sideways
Instead of letting it to be on the road
That tempestuous, stormy night
Of heavy rains and flutter and fall.
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How do we?How longWill youGo on subjecting herTo gender humiliation?That,That you are a woman,A womanThat,That you a girl,A girlThat,That you are a female,A female.
‘I love you, I love you,
I love you, I love you,Do you love me? , ‘She asked she silently and slowly,But I turned stone,Said to not anything elseAfter loving her and leaving herOn the crossroad of life.
The Tik Tok heroine
With the lambsInto her hands,An Indian heroineFrom the countryside,The ruralsideSitting onThe guard wallOf her mud-houseDreaming of to be in lightWith the Tik Tok.
The foreign nationals affected with
We cannot dismiss them as foreigners,This we have not learnt it,The whole world is one big family.To discriminate for other nation theoryWe are not a believer in that,We are for the whole world,We the members of it,Of the same family.
Under the moonlit nights,
The poems of love.
Adil Jussawalla, the missing man, I have been searching, searching him
The man and the poet,As have only heard about him,The man who made a beginning decades ago and vanished outFrom the literary sceneAnd was tracelessAs a poet for many yearsBut resurfacing again with hisTrying to Say Goodbye and The Right Kind of Dog.But as a journalist he had been thereDoing the journalistic write-ups, tidbits,Editing and…