When I saw a maiden in the burkha
In the hijab,
In the naqab
With the lattice
She peeping out,
She smiling,
Waving at
And I going my way
In a qawwallana andaz.
Burkhawalli se pyaar,
Love with a burqa-clad mistress,
Say you love me?
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What it in my karma,
What it my bhoga?My action I do not know it,My dharma, my religion, piety, righteousness,My bhoga, my suffering, what it to suffer?Karma is that do I, right or wrong do I unknowingly,My dharma is my good job that I have,My bhoga, my suffering, what I have done, I have to suffer for.Everything is but accountable…
Madhuvan kitana shuna aur udas
MadhuvanKitana shuna aur udasKi vasant yaatei jo nahin yaasani she,Khushbu mahaktin jo nahin,Pangcchiyan udatin jo nahin yaasani she!The sweet orchard how lonely and desertedHas turned it into,The sweet orchardHow lonely and deserted,That come it not easily the spring,That sweetness spreads it not,The birds fly it not!
Has no work to do
PoliticsEven when he eats, talks, sleepsAs has no work to doBut politics,Politics.
The Konark Sun-temple
And the temple.The Surya-mandirWith SuryanarayanaInside within.The Chariot-templeAs the cart of SuryanarayanaDriven by mythical horses.The archaeological Chariot-wheelWith the Sun-godFlashing over and radiating splendidly.
Anna, your shrewd politics,
Would not have likedYour drama,Your dramaOf doing politicsThough he was alsoA politician of some sort,But not like you.Had Gandhi been alive, would have,Would have rebuffed and rebutted youAs your rehearsals,Joking with the Gandhian clothes and tradition,Khadi dhoti, kurta and a capOn the head.
The prints and dots of the cheetah
From the eye sockets,A dribbleMaking it teary-eyed,But tameless, swift and proud,The beauty of the forest,The mystery of the wildThe cheetah.