The eyes
Of the Azeri women
Waking
Down
The streets
Of Baku,
Post-Soviet era
The modern Azeri women
Looking Western,
Sometimes
Traditional
The Azeri women
Walking
Down
The streets
Of post-Soviet Baku
A journey from
Iranian,
Turkic
To Caucasian
To Russian
To Western
To globalized consumer culture
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I am a poet of human heart
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 youAnd our hearts conversing with.
None has changed
Of the daughter of India,Nor was it,Nor has it been,The poor daughter had been poorAnd is till poorer.
India’s poor girl child,
A tale of poverty and poor conditions,Living under impoverished circumstances?Drinking tears live you anyhow,Somehow passing your days of lifeIn sorrow, trouble, pain.Bharat ki garib bitia,Kaisei kahun tumhari kahani,Ek kahani garibi and garib awasthayon ki,Garib mei rahatin huyin?Anshu pikar rahati ho tum,Kisi tarah jindagi basar karti huyinDukha, kashta, vedana mei.
What is the philosophy of philosophy,
What it may be the philosophy of philosophy?No work to do but to philosophize,Lazily passing time, thinking muchBut doing nothing,Where the philosopher fails thereThe realist succeeds.And say you who is not a philosopher?
Kavita utsav
Kavita akavita ka,Aaj ki kavita sukavita not,Akavita.Poetry festivalNot of poetry,But of poetry un-poetry,Today’s poetry good poetry notUn-poetry.
Michael, you had been as such that for your desire of being an Englishman,
Took you too disown your ownAnd turned youAn ardent lover of,Ever ready to emulate themLike Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi in pants and shirtsAnd you sailed across, crossing over the seven seas to dislodge all that isGood in us,Negating nativity and older stock,Disinheriting all that you had to get,Disowning and dislodgingAs for the desire of an Englishman,As…