I am a man whose days are limited on this earth
Of short stays and brief livings
And you are busy calling great.
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From Gandhi
In the post-GandhiModern ageOf modern guysWho know it not the legacyOf GandhiSeem to be forgettingThe Gandhian ideals and doctrinesAnd now in the post-Gandhian phaseIt is the turn of Modi and Modigiri,The time of Modi bhaktas,Modi, Modi,Narendra Modi ki jai.
After the great pastoral drama
Quarrelling with and flinging the books,Tearing apart the notes of the scholarAs for his being lost in readings and studies,Trying to reconcile withAnd come to termsAfter weeping and crying,The teenaged and pastoral girl,Dressed and made up to turn upTo please the repenting husbandAs for the research papersDestroyed and unavailableWithout the carbon copy even.She came to,…
This too is a fact
And had they,They would have been great writersOf the world,Be sure of it.Mark it,Even a wild bloom has beautyWhich but we know it not,Do the fireflies have not,Are the clusters of wild palash blooms not so?
The professors of Gandhian Studies department
They knew it Gandhi,They practised it Gandhian principlesIn their day-to-day lifeWhich but said I, how could it beTo the teachers of he departmentOpened recentlyAnd all those fellows coming fromPolitical science, history, philosophy and those withSome interest in Gandhi or GandhismOr some papers on or thoseShunted elsewhere butWilling to come to the foreLike the teachers of…
Flight To Hell and other poems
Of wit and humour,Irony and intellect,Faith and reasoningPopean and RussellianTaking verse into cudgelsAnd the impact of science on manIn a Russellian way.
Burqawalli, you too in America,
Surprisingly yours,Wherever go you, shall I follow you,My love.You my shadow, my walking shadow,The star hidden under the clouds,The patches of it,I love you, I love you, Burqawalli,Frankly speaking.