Can the priest not on the wrist of his customer?

With my father, mother, brother and sister.Where have they gone away,I see them not?Can you tell me?

Khadi GramodyogaAnd getting it soldFrom the Khadi BhawanHand-loom made clothesFrom the CharkhaPurely Indian and rural.

The things of your ownAnd from the word style comes it the word stylist,Standing for one who uses and applies modernistically.Your style, my style, his style or her style,Be it their style,But it is never the sameAs for approach, attitude not,But for the manner he takes to deliberation.The stanzas and their patterns,The starting and the…

What is it,A love storyOr all about the sun, good earth and creation,Whatever be that, but there is of courseSomething amorous and passionate aboutWith feeling about love-times,A poem Donnian, WordsworthianAnd Lawrentine.

So out-dated, out-moded,Old and defunct,Out of joints in our time,The most conservative and orthodox peopleWithout any use.

I fear, fear toSee you, sirs,How much dreadful and horribleWould you have been,Three dreaded and horrible sirsWhose sightYou would never again?