A statesman,
An orator,
A diplomat,
A nationalist,
A patriot,
A humanist.
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Where did I not go to,Searching Him?I search of Shiva, Shiva, Shiva,Whose name so auspicious and blissfulThat forgot I the things of my ownAnd lost myself inShiva, Shiva, Shiva,Meditating, om namah shivay, om namah shivay, om namah shivay,Shiva, Shia, Shiva.Shiva not here,Shiva meditating on Kailash, in the Mansarovar region,Lost in cmpletelyWith the blinking third eyeThe…
The black cat
And glowing eyesQuarellingIn the mud-built dark country homes,Jumping from the second floorAnd vanishing in the darkWith the burning, burning eyesAnd glowing,Jumping fromAnd running awayInto the dark lanesOf the dark, lightless country.
Valentine’s Day
With the red roses,Red and dazzling.
Time’s Haunted House is the house of mine
Temporarily, for the time beingIn Time’s Haunted House mansionWhich will but delapidate it somedayMy patriarchal houseAfter my departure.
The idols of Ganesha
Small-small idolsThe gypsy boys and girlsSelling,Small-small poor gypsy boys and girlsSmall-small Ganeshas.
Without knowing them, I called myself a poet, authoring booklets of poems,
Yea, without knowing them, in my all ignorance,I called myself a poet, not a small poet, but a great poet,Asking them to write papers onAnd collecting on me,Praising for to be included inAs reviewers and critics.But something pricked it my conscience, in seeing them,The flowers blooming and fading into the woods,On the pathways,When none but…