Har Har Mahadeva,

Why do you killMindlessly?Why do youMindlessly?You too a man.Terrorist, Terrorist,Are you a man-hater,Are youA fanaticSo much fanatical and bigoted,Terrorist, Terrorist,Are you a hater of man?Why do you kill,Why do you mindlessly,Terrorist, Terrorist,Why do you after allA man killing a man,A man taking life?

Never have you tried to know that,To feel it,How the pains raking it!My pain the pain of my heart,My own,Which but you know not,How does it rake the poor heart!Many a day have I thought that I shall not,But my nostalgia, homesicknessWhom to tell, whom to share withAs my days spent they thereAnd I think…

The day I saw you after.Now God knows it how long am I here in this world,As my longing turning tinto the restlessness of mineAnd you going,Passing by as the heartthrob of mine.I saw her and took too the pains, just saw and fell to her,Just saw her and pained it the heart of mine,Ached,…

Yogamaya,The Mother Divine,The Goddess Divine.Kali,Mahakali,Kalrupa.

The longer-longer poems,Docketing letters and their issuance not,But of the poems.Whose poems, who should haveAnd who is docketing them,Releasing as a poetic testament,How should it be poetry,How the documents of it?No peon there to enter into,No clerk to give the reference number and the dateAs for keeping the recordWith regard to the issuance of the…

Going to assembly.

Times have changed,But the fanatics have not.The same people with old mind-set.The small and narrow-minded peopleHave remained but small and narrow.They have not advanced with time,Have not with the age,But are old and out-dated.Only times have changed,Man has not.The fanatical have fanatical,The narrow-minded have narrow-minded,Their minds have not developed.As they, I know, cannot shake offTheir…

I with my skeletoned beloved,Bony, frail and feeble,Going to make a home,In a worldRaked by acid rain, climate changeAnd atomic summer.God, save us,God, O God!

As the Indian English poet,Poet not,PoetrywallahOf so-called Indian English poetry,The ragged manPosing to beAn Indian English poetBut the reality isHe knows it notEnglishAnd his EnglishHindustani English,Indian pidgin-English,An Indian gwala mixingPond water in milkAnd selling adulterated milk.

He received his educationIn JapanBut was posted at Dehradun.Was he a Sikh,A Hindu?Was he a scientistOr a poet?A Punjabi writerOr an English writerOr both?Was he a knowerOf many languages?A Sikh historianWriting the historyOf the Sikhs and Sikhism?A believer in Guru Nanak,He was a pious SikhDevout and righteous.

Is a Puri poemLeading to the temple streetTo faith and doubtTo nowhereFull of faith and beliefAnd skepticism,Faith in doubt,Doubt in faith,An Oriya heLooking unto,But Christian tooAs and whenHe talks of lepersAnd this maraudingOur beliefSo strongly heldTo reason,Why are there,Does God not?But Mahapatra as an OriyaIs of Jagannath,Marking the Great TempleWith the lotusAdorning the roof overCaved…