Living like a gipsy,
Running for water
When the train stationed,
Sometimes left behind,
Sometimes in a sound sleep
Alighting far from destination?
Oh, the journey of life,
From train to train,
Platform to platform,
One train to another,
Where to reach finally?
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Call her Ghumtawalli, Purdahwalli,The artiste behind the theatre curtain,The tattoo on her handsTelling the name of her lordWhose name she cannot take.
After getting married for the second time, how has he changed
Changing colours like the chameleonAs they do go on.When she had been alive, I mean the poor, humble and simple lady,How uncaring had he been, how much unlovingAs she used to care for the whole householdAnd he used to remain indulged in his.But with the change in time how has he changedLooking coloured-coloured,Painted, dyed and…
A Tibetan Lama,
Monastic and BuddhisticTelling about his autobiography,His land and his people,Freedom in exile,The way to a meaningful life,Art of living,Art of happiness,The joy of living,How to promote brotherhood,Amicable relationship and peace?
Has the experience
Think aboutIn a maturer way,But the policies will remain the same,But in a changed worldHe will have to choose in between changed situations.
I found sculptures,
In love,Attachment,Sympathies,BondingAfter growingEmotional,Exchanging love,Kissing each other,How could it be?In passionate hugs,EmbracesAnd relationships,FiguresAnd figurines,ArtifactsAnd sculptures,Ancient couples,PairsAnd lovebirds,Eclipsed by Cupid!
It is a beauty
The trainCurving,Changing track ofThe train coming,Signalled redTo divertAs for to trespassCurving,Changing track of,The train crossing overTo another trackChugging on the rails,Whistling and going,Going and passing throughCrossing over to, changing over to.