Blue Whale

So lovely to look atWith the pipeAnd the crown over headAnd in beautiful costumesStanding cross-leggedOn a lotus emblem,Krishna,Lord Krishna,An image!

Refusing to sit on ground,But he is the same manWho used to sit and read on a matIn the countryside homesAnd used to sleep on a rope-and-bamboo-cot.Now calls he himself an officer,His father had not been,But he is an officer,But his officials fail to recognizeThe father of the officer,To whom goes it the credit of…

Koi jo mujhe bataata.Jindagi kaa safar.Where is my home,Where have I to go?Somebody could have told me.The journey of life.

Winking at,But is not,If teased or thrown at.The small grey or brown haired red monkeyBut with the red face,Jumping to and fro,Snatching the lily from the handsIn the temple complex.The red-red, red-mouthed monkeysStill haunt my mindAnd I grow anxious with regard to their population,The dwindling numbers,The change in habitats,The destruction brought on to themBy human…

Talk I, sketch IThe portrait of that PresidentWho was more humanAnd republican.A karmayogiHe delivered and worked,Abolished slavery,Worked for the American unionBridging the North and the South.

But the fanaticsHave not,Why are they still there,For what job to do,To spread fanaticism,Hate speeches,Malice and vengeance,Hatred and prejudice?Are they religious,God-fearing and good,Are they holy,Pious,Say you?

In taking the Nobel PrizeAs for thinking,Do songs come underThe purview of poetry?Are songs poems,Should he accept the NobelKeeping it in view,Does he deserve it really?

A self-published poet,Appearing in journals and briefed aboutIn dailies tooWas a Subordinate JudgeAttempting to write in laboriously,Trying to put efforts into the realms of poesy.A poet like a rhymer in verse, a poetasterLabouring to express in,Putting in some mental effortOr trying to improvise laboriouslyWas he the man and the poet,But no less than inIn the…

And the supreme leader of Korea,Have you,Have you though ofThe consequences ofWaging nuclear wars,Dropping atom bombs,O, O ChairmanAbout the collateral damageAnd the loss of lives,Kim,Kim Jong-un SirIn the aftermath ofNagasaki and Hiroshima?Think you.

Into a reclined stateOf reflection or delvingAnd dwelling ti farMakes it a philosopher,Gives the pose of a philosopherIn a mood of philosophizing.

Sympathy, feeling and emotional back-up.

What the thunder saidIn the arid, sterile waste landDa, Da, DaWith the black clouds gatheredOver Himavant,Datta, Dayadhavam, Damyata,Give, compassion, controlWaiting for a downpour and cloudburstFor a vegetation, resurrectionWashing the sins of the Sagar sonsAnd Bhagirath,Om shantih shantih shantih.