How lovely is

Bandhwa lo,Merei bhaiyya!Ek cchoti, nanhi-shi bahanaaJo khadi hainRakhi liyei apnei haathon meiBandhnei ke liye.My brother,Get you tied a rakhi,Tied,My brother!A small, tiny sisterLies she staningWith a rakhi in her handsTo tie down.

Of OrientalismAnd Oriental StudiesAhead of Edward Said.A poet of Man and NatureAnd Over Soul, Over Mind,He is transcendentalOpen to new thought and idea,Always in quest of knowledge and wisdom.He is a poet of new routes,Maps and searches,Lands and visions,Development of human thought and tradition,New light and new thinking.

Whichever pitch he is onPlaying under the hot sunOr the rough wintry weatherBut he is a seasoned batsmanWho at least stands on the pitch?It is but commonmanly approachAnd agenda, the common man inclusion tactics,Why has the people liked him, it is hisMixing with their feelings and emotionsAnd he comes to feel, what it ails them,What…

But the song of the dancersSounding unto him,Do not tighten the strings so muchThat give away they,Do not loosen so muchThat the music comes out notAnd he drawing from, taking a lesson fromAfter loosening the hard penanceFor enlightenment’s sake.

From coming into the contact of the rays of the sun,Light coming from,The bluish light, violet rays radiating beautifully,Some predicted itTo be the end of the ways and the world,As they go on predicting about,Astrologers, palmists and gemologists,Some saw the sun wearing the sunglassesAnd it darkened, darkened and grew opaque,The sparrows started chirpingAnd returning to…

Bewitching, mesmerizing.The dark daughter in the hamletAgainst the hillSitting in the courtyard.The summer full of heat,Crocodiles deep into the river,Mantras and rites continuingJayanta a poet of silenceSilence so bewitching, mesmerizingBe it of morn, day, eve.