Aapka ghar kahan hai,
Aap kahan rahatin hai,
Aapka naam kya hai,
Aapka kya parichay hai,
Mai nahi jaanta hun.
Magar job hi ho
Aap dekhanei mei to bahut hi khubshurat!
On Seeing A Girl
Who are you,
Where is your home,
Where do you live at,
What is your name,
What is your identity,
I know them not.
Whatever else be that
You are very beautiful to look at!
The flower which it had to outshineShone it not,The glow it had to spreadSpread it not.The flowers saw I them sprouting, bloomingAnd scattering over the forest tractJust anonymouslyBlooming and fading away,Scattering and falling overThe unknown paths,Leading to nowhere.Their beauty who to sing of,Their internal glow, external shine and the halo of beauty around,Who to sing…
In the prison cellTaking sattu and litti,I mean fried gram ground powder with a pinch of salt, waterAnd a green chilly during the day timeAnd the small and thick breadMade on the palm and baked into the fire during the night timeAs for good health and solid dieting.The big-big talks of bossism almost gone,The blunt…
Which apparently fell to East Pakistan,Now present-day BangladeshAnd so marking the commotionThey moved and migrated to India, CalcuttaIn 1957After is passing of the Intermediate Exam.Just as a refugee.Pronab did his graduation,Qualified for the state level civil serviceAnd joinedTo be elevated to the rank of the special secretaryTo be finally superannuated in 2001,But poetry as his…
How was it?
Of BhabhaIn an air crash.
The land of the indigenous peopleRacial, aboriginal, tribal,Impregnable and exotic.
