Regaling with,
Forming the crux of
Poetry coming
As comments passed,
Smiles, jokes,
Fun, pun, doublespeak,
Taut, satire and jibe.
The poet gamboling, frolicking,
Walking on tiptoe,
Strutting,
Giving the cock call,
A.K.Ramanujan,
The humour man, the irony master,
The caricature man
Laughing and joking
Under the cover of undertones and overtones.
You have small daughter and son to attend toAnd in loaded full,May turn you an animal.
Inducted into the body corpusOf poetry,A poet of the dark journey of oblivion,Shadowy presence,The ships sailing not with the cargoesOn board,But souls and spirits boardedPlunging into the dark watersOf the oceanGoing to an unknown destinationA poet casual and eventual,He has taken to poetryCasually, nay seriouslyAnd his poetry appear as versesIn loose sheets,Scribbled offhandedlyAs loose overflows…
With a golden voice,Golden voice of own,Own, CohenCohen,Really,Really, a golden,Golden voice,Cohen,Leonard Cohen!
Where am I going,Where have I come to?
For to be voted to power,Into light.My Gandhigiri different fromWhat Gandhiji said,Preached,Bura mat dekho,Bura mat suno,Bura mat kaho.Mainei kucch kaha,Aapnei kucch suna,Kya kaha?My GandhigiriJust for to be in the limelight,I not a Gandhi.But still keep I goingWith Gandhigiri,Not in principle.Gandhi and GandhismHas become a way of lifeAnd reflectionEven if ideas may differ.Leaving scope for Gandhian…
The script you use?Sikkimese TibetanOr BhutiaOr Dranjongke?
