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I a common man
Writing commonly.
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Mr.Communist as the super man, the super brain
I mean the Marxist ideologyReading the People’s Power newspaper,Asking it distribute and subscribe to,A spokesmanOf the comrades and cadres,Waging a war against the rightists,Doing the propaganda.A party office full-timer, he is a party man,Eating, sleeping sand livingAnd dreaming in the party officeWith the party men.The Communist Manifesto as the Bible of hisAnd he reading it…
Mother Tara
Just the tongueAnd the glittering eyes visible,Just like a fresco.The tongue made of silver,The eyes metallicAnd set into the fresco.
There is something as destiny
But the things remain preordainedAbout which we can do nothingAs it is not within my reachWhich we understand it not.
Autumn came it
Dancing in the wind,The dew drops drippingLate into the night,The cchatims tree blossomsHanging in clustersAnd with them Durga DeviComing.The kash bloomsAtop the tall standing grassesBy the marshy plotsOf the river banksJust like the white beardsOf the old menOr the beards of the old Santa Claus.The blossoms in clustersOf the old cchatim treesFragrancing the evesScented withSo…
When on the look out for the bad fellow
The most bad fellow.On reading books none could be a man of lettersOne who reads a few letters of loveCan really be a man to be reckoned with.Where do you search Me,I am by you, all around you,Search you in your heart and soulAnd presume it as the temple of Mine.Having got a cottage thatchedKeep…
Came she with a pack of rajanigandha sticks
Into the dream of mineAnd giving it toWent she away,The mistress,Rajanigandha,My loveUnder the starry skiesWhen there was noneShe going her way,Vanishing out of sightSinging the song of love!N.B. Love for the flower Rajanigandha