For the time being to see
What it happens.
There is also something in service which but we know it not.
Let us serve
Instead of thinking about ourselves.
Similar Posts
Foreigner girl
Want ITo makeMy homeNear the airport.Foreigner girl,Without seeing you,How to celebrate itValentine’s Day,Foreigner girl?Beauty is truth,Truth beauty,Whatever say it they.
A psychology reader,
Olga mythicizesWith her Polish stockThe fiction of the mindRooting from dark consciousness.The journeys man takes,The travels taking to the pastAnd the past to the presentRevelries into time.
Two smokers going, hand in hand, glove in glove,
Opening the lighter,LightingThe cigar held in between fingersAnd taking into the mouthAnd moving.Another too with teh cigar into the mouth,I mean in between the lipsAnd getting lit from the friend’s smoking cigaron the lipsAnd the friends going, friends from Bombay,O, sing you a song, friends from Bomaby have come,Salute them!
Is the poet a mad man
The mad, mad peopleMad afterMaddening the whole world?Lo, what do I see,Hamlet’s smaller brother Indian Paglet too a poet,Writing verses on the sandsAnd on the walls with a charcoal!The mad, mad peopleMadly afterMaddening the whole world.Oh, a world peopled by Hamlets and Paglets,English Hamlets and Indian Madlets!
Is actually a Partition story
In Pakistan,What it in IndiaAfter the PartitionWhich is but see throughThe eyes of a ZoroastrianThough not a party in betweenDirectly,But indirectly in betweenPersia and old IndiaWhich sheltered the Parsees and it all.Now the question is,Why is Pakistan even nowNot secular,Is it so now?
I want to pass the whole night waiting in the open
Marking the lotus,How does it open in the morningWith the dews splashed over itAnd the petals smeared with?How does it grow in the mud,Just as a potter makes out the things,Just as a genius grows up facing all the odds,Think I and it comes to my view-point too,How do the petals open?The lotuses beautiful, nicely…