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Had Gandhi been,How would he have assessed you,Perhaps would have snubbed youFor your activities,Had Gandhi been!Do you politics,But not too muchAs it will regressPolity and thoughtAnd culture.Anna,Do you like politickingIn such a wayThat think you thatYou are all in allAnd there is noneTo take the reins?You should have a sayAgainst corruptionAnd the corrupt people,But had…

Some, somebody meetAnd some, somebody we miss,Miss weOn the road,The road of life,Life, lifeTurning this way,Turning, turning that wayOn the road,The road of lifeSome, somebody meet we,Some, somebody miss we,Miss we.

I cannot think of goingSeeing the endless crowds,The sea of pilgrimsGoing from U.P., Bihar, Haryana,Nepal,The old and the infirm,Women and childrenBy ramshackle busesTripping to Sagar IslandsTo go missing, get lostIn the sea of crowds.But the question is,Where is the Kapil Muni Ashrama,Where the place of Bhagirath,Will they be able to seeIn that crowd and discomfort?

Narrated from the architectural point of view,The poem recreates the mystical experiencesOf the night of sadhnaAnd the sadhakas undergoing the test,The myth of Kali deswcribed raciallyAnd archetypallyFelt during the visit to the shrineAnd to converting it into the Night of Kali,Terrible Kali.

But touch you notThe blondeUnder yoga teaching,O false Indian babaji!

Feel itThat I saw, saw you,Knew, knew you,Came to feel, feel you,You, your presenceAll, all though the picturesAnd photographs of yoursReminiscing you,You, my love!Your album, your albumOf photographs, photographsI glimpsing through,Glancing at and gliding.