Dusra baccha
Jansankhya badhao.
One child
After
Another child,
Keep increasing population.
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Kabir,
And Kabirism.
They forbade me to do friendship with red roses
Think I of breaking the relationshipAnd the relationship gone up to as suchThat it is now impossible to break it,As turning it into my fascination forAnd now feel I infatuated with the face princess,The dream girl of mineAnd she comes into my dreams,The sweet and pleasant dreams of mine,Which everyone dreams about life.The elderly men…
If the woman is
And if the same woman is notThe house not a house.The difference is just!
Midnight’s children,
Stitched and re-stitched,Dream children of Partition,India being partitionedAnd they seeing,The ragged and the commonersWith so much bewilderment and disgust.
Bob,
My dear Bob,You singing,SingingFrom your heart,Heart, heart,Heart not,Soul, soul,Soul, soul too notBut as a singer,SingerOf heart,Heart, heart,Soul,Soul, soulSo soulfully,Soulfully,Soulfully not,So heartfully,Heartfully,Heartfully notBut a singer,A singer too not,But a guitarist,A guitarist too notBut a musician,A musician too notBut a composer,A bandman,A bandman,Strumming,StrummingIn company,In company of his band,Bob,Bob,Bob DylanAnd the music,Music,The music of life,Life notSoul, soul,Heart, heartAccompanied…
Gandhi has died,
Nor will Gandhigiri.Mahatma Gandhi amar rahe, amar rahe,Mahatma Gandhi ki jai, Mahatma Gandhi ki jai.Gandhi has died,But his Gandhism will not,Nor will Gandhigiri.