Yea, the poor and humble bar tender
Who too had been drunk
And I too had been drunk,
Both of us drunk
And in drunkenness it happened
As thus,
But we did not mind it.
I too had been drunk,
She too had been drunk
And as thus kissed we each other
In drunkenness
As both of us under the impact of liquor,
Foeign not, country liquor,
Native wine,
Smelling foul.
I can feel itNowWhatThe horoscope-makers,Astrologers,Soothsayers,Oracle-makers,PunditsDid to you,YouWhat the middlemen,Courtiers,FloristsDid to you,You,Devadasi?Your pain,Your pain,Devadasi,Devadasi,What theyDid to you,You,How,How did theyTake youTo the temple campus?
The dune landscapeAnd the sands enclosing,Encompassing, enveloping inA big territorySpread overArid, sterile and dryBut so much scenic and landscapicWith the camels straddling,Dunes formingAnd deforming with the windAnd the shifting of sands.
The white-white lilies abloom,The storks and cranes alighting,Moving near-near the white cows,The small-small Indian breed cows.The lilies fair and white, chiselled with the landscapeSolitary and secluded,The small-small cows grazing deep into,The cranes and storks alighting,Moving nearer,Going together withAnd flapping the wings.The white-white cows, the white-white lilies, the white-white cranes and storks,Things looking lovelierOn a green…
Or not,What do you say youAbout women’s rights,If not, when will you to themTheir rightsWhich we have been suppressing,Oppressing for longAs they are poor, poor womankind,Weaker womankind?Throttle you not their freedomTheir liberty,Suppress you not,Oppress you not their psycheAs for being women, weaker selves,Dependent fellows?
Just they gloss over?
And there is nothing newIn it.Friend, do you wantTo be a doctorate?My Ph.D.,I have managed,Got it managed,I have assembled and substantiatedThe factsAnd nothing more to say about.
