Do you remember her
Or not,
The days grown with,
Lived together, passed together
Under the shade of the parental care and bonding?
Whatever do you, you do that,
But forget not her,
Do remember her sometimes,
After all, she is your sister
And the bonding of love and sympathy,
You cannot cut down.
It is love calling you, calling you,
The bond of affection and intimate relation,
The hearts indivisible,
Reared in tears and growing together with passionately.
Ram and Sita, Sita and RamWritten over the chestAnd tearing it apartHe showing his bhakti,LoyaltiesOn the stageWhile during the Ramlila,The folk theatre manJumping and runningAnd with a tailAnd the mask overPlaying his role,Enacting on the stageRam-bhaktiBy beating the chest,Showing the images ofRam and SitaAnd behind the curtainThe musicians beating the instrumentsOn the harmonium and the…
Kya mai bhi aapka mazak udaayun?Aap kitanei kaalei theiYaa dilwalle thei?Rahat Indori,Mocked you all,Now may I mock you?How blackly had you beenOr had been hearty enough?
Before Bismillah?There were definitelyAnd they played in the durbarsOf the rajahs,The courts of kingsAnd on marriage occasions.My point,There was definitely a tradition,The temples used to sound and re-soundWith the shehnoi music.
Bhoga.
It’sOf Time,The Haunted House of TimeIs itWithThe Phantoms of TimeSitting as the ListenersUnresponsive.
A yogiOr not,A bhogiOr this too is not,Who, who were youA poet or a patient,An addict or a romantic,Who, who were you,A yogi or a bhogi,A bhogi or a yogi,Allen, Allen Ginsberg?Is your poetry of the mental asylum,Of a drug-addictRecuperating in a drug rehabilitation center,Is your poetry of the correctional home,A mad man’s babbling and…
