I am the same man
From the same area
Moving with time,
Grew up in the colonies
To be post-colonial.
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Coming and slipping away,
Into a yesterdayTo be a tomorrow again.And one tomorrow the edger-book will complete itOf my entries and exitsAnd I shall go awayWhen my time will run out,Come one tomorrow,Someday when I shall not be.I am waiting for all my tomorrows to be bundled intoTo be shelved outAnd finally to be thrown off to the dust-bin.
The Jazz Age
Jazz lyrics.
The Konark Sun Temple with the chariot,
The lions at the entranceAnd the temple in the form of a chariot designA picture at every sunrise and sunset.The sculptures in love, relationship,Erotic and sensual,At war or prayerSculpted and chiseled in stone,No less than poetry.The Jagannath Puri Temple by the sea beachWith the wooden idols ofJagannath, Balabhadra and SubhadraAnd the devotees lined up to…
For quite a long time, since the days of my childhood
In searching,Searching and searching so earnestlyBut found I not,The wisps and whiffs of romanticism not,But the glow and glisten of the classical scholarshipRadiating just like the golden wheat ears.Where that unknown scholar, where that classical scholarLiving his life simply,Making the people aware of,Where his vast scholarship and reading,Where his experience,Knowledge and wisdom,Gravity and perseverance, sobriety…
Stranger,
My own,How to believe youAs what to say toOn what ground,Will you,will you please help me,stranger,Stranger?
When as a schoolboy
The scavenger womenOn the short red-soiled wayGoing through the garbage heapGoing to dump the cans of human excretaSet over the wheelbarrowsDragged and pushed and drawn by themThe scavenger womenAnd I as a boy usedTo pass by speedilyAvoiding the foul smell and the green fliesHovering aroundBut they going to throw it out,Unload the dirt and soil…