I did not read the paper

Jo hain varnamaala, akshara-parichay,Vaani, shabda evang aksharaVeena, pustak li huyin,Hansa par virajman,Vidya ki devi saraswati?Learning’s goddess Saraswati,How to beseech her with submission,Who is the alphabet, an introduction to letters,Speech, sound and letter herselfWho is with the lute, the bookAnd seated on a swan,Learning’s goddess Saraswati?

The mystery and beautyOf it,The captivating mystery and beautyOf it,Enchanting all through the tractBut with something gone missing,Missing for ever.

Calling.A small KartikeyaLying under the open skiesYou let me in, father.Who, who you areFather in a dream babbling?I am a small, small KartikeyaLying under the open skies.Am shivering, shivering with sold,Please, please let me in,Father, father.Who, who,Who is it callingAwoken from the dream?But to surprise, the gentleman seeingA small Kartikeya idolLying near the gate.Calling, father,…

GPS facility,Positioning, tracking systemAnd proper location,Flyovers,Earth-moving machinesWith shovels and drilling and digging toolsDoing marvelsOn highs and downs,Messages texted jutIn a fraction of a secondOverseasAnd we marketing in a global villageFull of malls and plazasSet up with tourist destinations.

Playing the been,Wooden been musicAnd the snakes,SnakesVenomous snakesDancing,DancingTo the tune of,Melodies breaking,BreakingAnd engulfingThe area.And the cobras,CobrasHooded and hissingStanding,Standing and swaying,Swaying to the tune of,Tune of the been musicMelodious and haunting,The cobras,Whitish, Blackish and greyishVenomous and fatal.

Indian pidgin-English,A foolish man’s English,A rustic’s English,Hindustani English,Hey, come here!What is your name?What is your father’s name?Give me sherbet,If not, lassi.Bring in a glass of water,Paani lao yahan.I know here milk is foundBut Indian milkmen mix too much waterIn the milk and that too pond waterWhile going by way to bazaar.