Which it is in you, which it is in me,
A singer of human heart and human love am I,
A poet of my love, your love,
Your love in me and mine in you
And our hearts conversing with.
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In my poery I want to capture
Rarely felt, valued and portrayed;The wild blossoms shaking in the breezeSmiling on the pathways.
The Monpas,
Their linguistic variationsAnd varieties,Adherence toThe Gelug sectOf Tibetan Buddhism,Also under the Tawang Monastery.
I want you,
If you are not,The singer in me will pass away,There should be somebody to love.I want you, I love you,I love you and like you,You re the song of my life.If you are not, how will it the songBreak forth?
I am myself mad
If keep you my companyAs my madnessNever curableAnd they know itAs poetic madness.They themselves are madAnd will make it all the mad,I mean,The mad, mad peopleMaddening it all,No talk to do,But poetry, poetry,The most inactive people.
A poet of America and Americanness,
Even going across the Atlantic and the Pacific,Singing of democracy,Abraham Lincoln and Lincolnism,A govt of the people, by the people, for the people,The Statue of Liberty,Freedom of speech and expression.
Harindranath’s Mystic Noon
Going with the Mystic Master.