I think about
As our existence
Is connected with it?
Your Photography
The photographer said it,
Smile please,
Keep you smiling
And smiled he
Hearing the words.
Etiquette
Sorry, sir,
How it healed me,
I cannot say it?
Poor Mother, Poor Baby Girl
At the station
I saw the poor baby girl
Sucking the breast
Of the poor mother
So miserable and weak
In appearance.
Teardrops had dried
On the cheeks
Of the child
Looking so piteously.
None,None to come at her call.
How to console my broken self?frankly speaking, I could not,Could your tears,What could I,I had been helpless?
Will anybody,AnybodyTell,Tell me,Me,Why,Why isKaliDark,Dark,Why,Why isKali,Kali blue,Blue,Will,Will anybody,AnybodyTell,Tell me,Why,Why isKali,Kali dark,Dark-complexioned,Dark,Dark-complexioned,Why,Why isKali,KaliBluish,Bluish-coloured,Coloured?
Thoughts, ideas and opinionsOf Salman RushdieCollected and presented,All that is in his mind and heart,All that he stands for,The hullabaloo and pandemonium,The topsy-turvy stateAnd the hotch potch of it all,But history, polity, religion,Diaspora, ethnicity, race, genealogy,Conservatism, freedom, liberation,Terror, bans, he cannot leave it all.
Bogus and blunt men,Those who had not to be Ph.D. guides areAnd those who had to beAre not.My expertise is lying uselessThough they are using in my papersOn Jayanta Mahapatra, Keki N.Daruwalla,Contemporary Indian English poetryAnd D.H.Lawrence,But I am yet notA Ph.D. expert,An external examiner of the thesis.The men in the ladder go up toAnd get…
