Yama,
Devadasi, Patita,
Ambulance, The Tower of Silence
When I think of Brindabana,
Mother Kali, The Mother Divine,
The Bride, The Widow
When I think of Lost Love, The Bleeding Heart,
The Poet’s Progress,
Unknown Citizen,
The classical scholar
When I think of all these poetry texts, single title poems
Running into several pages
Of a moderate length,
I do not know, do not know
As how to keep them.
Smoking in ganjaWith the shisyaIn his hut.
Greener sense,How to keep the environmentGreen and pollution free?
Trumpeting and moving ahead,Into a herd,Crossing the forestWith the mates,The wild elephantWith the tusk,The trunk and the tail,The eyes big-big,The legs pillar-likeAnd the body mammothJust like a rock, a stone block.
From far,Speaking local dialects.
Only the twinkling stars.
Sing I,Sing IThe songs of Kali,Shyama Kali,Kali,Kali,Who is dark,Dark, dark,Kali,Kali,Who is blue, blue,Shyama Kali,Blue, blue,Blue-coloured,Dark emitting bluish radiationAnd the blue appearing to beDark, dark.
