And feel about their journey
From Nagaland to Prayag.
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Leonard Cohen,
Golden voice taking me,Taking me far away,Leonard,Leonard Cohen,I with,With the melody and tuning,Musical tuning of yoursA God-gifted,Really a God-gifted organ voice,Frankly speaking,Speaking Leonard cohen,Leonard,Your song,Song and voice,Golden voice,Leonard,Leonard!
In Spain’s
Lies the old guitaristLeant over the guitarAn old age artistSo distraughtAnd devastated!
The big bird
The vultureTalk I,The brownish,Dark brown vultureSitting atop the hills,The simul treesWith the bloomsBut leaflessly standingIn spring.But where did they come fromAnd where did they vanish awayWhen the spring is gone,The vulture,Big and billed vultures,The scavenging birds of preyScavenging,Labouring upon a carcassTo clear it forthInto the fieldsJust like a taxidermistOr a leather seller?
You proposed, but I could not respond to,
The heart has started saying,I love you, love you,I like you, like you,I love you, love you,I like you, like you.You proposed and I could not sayThought the heart palpitates it for you,Beats and throbsTo call you back home.
O, how shall I behold the statue,
How, how shall I the statue goldenBut blacky-coated,I do not know,Whether it was polished so as to avoidThe commonly public gazeOr grew it so living in the earth,Into the mound of the olden bricks,O, I don’t know, I don’t know!Speak, speak you, history and histriography,Dwelling in heritage sites of archaeology,Speak you, speak you,O, museumsAbout the…
I have not forgotten,
Chandramukhi, your love.A face moon-like,Moon-faced!