Dekhaneiwalla hi kaun hai,
Rambharose chal rahi hai gaadi?
Yarei, bhagya ko kyon dekhatei ho,
Kucch kaam to karo, bhaktas, Rambhaktas!
India running by fate, chance,
Maybe it the cart stops it somewhere,
By Rama’s grace is the cart running?
Who is there to see?
O, why to coax fate,
Do you your job, bhaktas, Rambhaktas!
The Boddha Bhikku,Waiting forHis arrivalOne blazing Baisakh.
Giving discourses on feminism.The husband-desertersAs the feminists of IndiaIn the media glare.The talaq-givers of burkhawallis,Purdahwallis,Ghumtawallis.
Giving joy ad happinessAnd blissTo the meditating soulSo with peace of mind and heart,Joy and good spiritLetting everything resting in peaceAnd contentment.The lotus of meditation blooms itWith the petals flowering,Sculpted aboveAnd water dripping over the devoteeIn meditationWith the closed eyes whispering,Taking the name of.
But they are still erect and un-corroded,But we know it not,Who made them,Ho much time did it take in making,Who had been the architects and sculptors?The rock-built, I just see themAnd think about their making,The plan of work and construction,The material it is made of?O stupendous, stupendous,Stupendous are those rock-built, cliff-hewn temples,How did they drill…
How to say to?
The journey from,But today everything sells there.Bombay is not Bombay which it had been once,A changed city is it,Where the primitive cluster of villagesDotting the island?Where the real Bombayans, the Marathis, not the duplicate filmwallahs,Copying music and cinematography from HollywoodAnd telling it own,Where that natural scenery by the sea?They make you dream of the colourful…
