And sweltering heat
When the earth looks it barren,
Dry and sterile,
Baking and parching,
The gulmohars,
Red-red gulmohars,
Fiery and flame-like,
Reddish-reddish and beautiful,
Lovely and florid
Keep smiling, cheering all the way
As far as visible
So beautiful and so lovely are they
The gulmohars
Belying the heat wave,
Keep they fluttering.
My fair and full moonCombined with the sweet laughter of yours,My love,Stealing the moonface of yours,Want I to see you in full,My own moonIn the courtyard of mine.
The Blue Whale GameIf it is psychotic,Telling upon lives,Teenage lives.The Blue Whale aboriginal,Tribal, psychotic,Life-takingOf the Atlantic,The Pacific.
Of your blessingAnd the bird soul so distressed and baffledHas to go, to goCovering a long distance,Taking a longer flightTo the other ocean side.
With the eyes visionaryAnd dwelling farTagore is a poetOf the Universal Man,The Universal SoulWhere into the Greater Mind,The Greater Soul,The Greater SpiritAll the minds, souls and spiritsIn unisonForm the bondingOf the inter-relationship ofI and You, You and I,The Self a part of the Greater Self.
This I have not learnt itAs your tears,Falling tearsWill not,Will not let me sleep,Sleep anymore!
Funny and punning,Rhyming and complimenting.A word coinerBreaking and joining,Dovetailing,Always playing and punning with words.A poet frivolousLight and nonsensicalPlayingAnd flirting with poesy and rhymes.
