From far,
Speaking local dialects.
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Bapu, tumhari taad mei
Bapu, in your memory,How lost are we!
Kali
Mythical and mysticalWith the tongue held outOf the lipsWearing a wreath of the headsOf demons and devilsSlain in the battle againstAnd with the snakeAnd conventional weaponsInto her four handsAnd the fox too with,But Shiva to quell her angerLying fallen on her wayAnd she with her one legOver his bodyFeeling ashamed ofWhat she in anger.
The saint in the hermitage with a girl,
A false and fake yogi, sadhu hePlaying with religion and spiritualitySmoking ganja from an earthen pipeWith the ganja on the embers uponAnd the eyes of the sadhu reddeningAnd the girl a disciple of hisCome in pursuit of happiness,Lured and brought, persuaded wrongly,Fled from her home,Enticed and eloped with!
Your song hum I,
wherever go I,going and humming,humming and goingon the ways of life.
Friends, ladies and gentlemen,
Modern, modernistOr post-modern?You say it,What am I?My modernity,Where is it leading toAnd where am I going,From to colonial to contemporary?
Who gives the price
I everyday lifeWhen we seem to be lostIn our lifeUnaware of our relationshipAs I too had a sister?Rakhi,I see the rakhiAnd thinkHow have we,How has the timeChanged it completely?