The petals wet with
And redolent smelling sweetly.
So dazzling in hue, so fascinating in loveliness,
Catching fancy and imagination, dream and vision,
So charming and full of flair,
So dreamy and lovley.
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As for professing romanticism,An evening full ofShayari and muhabbat.
Avalokitesvara,
Lord of the World,Giver me,Give me that statueOf Buddha,The blackly clay modelOf Avalokitesvara Buddha,The bodhisattvaIn different forms and figures.A dhyana modeGiving peace and happinessAnd bliss to soul,A bodhisattvaOn the way to realization,On the way to enlightenment,Buddha Buddha,The peace of soul,The joy, anandam of heart.
A poor and simple villagerly boy,
As for the road constructionIn the company of peopleMoving toBut returned he not,The poor black boy,Just the telegram from a distant hospitalCame it,Our deepest condolences to the family!Oh, the poor, small and simple village boyWho used to pull the rickshawOf his father,The poor black boy,Far and far away from BiharTo the northeastern fringes!
They are not protesting,
To extract out of,To burn, set on fire,Ablaze,To char the things,Destroy and lootAnd break and take away withThe protesters not,But looters,Hooligans,Thugs not, great thugs,The nonsense protesters,The civil rights fellows notBut the rowdy,Rowdy and unruly elements.
Was he a patriot,
Was he a martyr?Did he salute himBefore shooting himFanatically?Did he not come to feel it,He was a great soul,Did he not?Gandhi took the shell,Fell down to the bullet,Nathuram, Nathuram.You won’t,Won’t sleep,Nathuram, Nathuram.Hey Ram,Hey Ram, with these words,With these words, the old man fell down.Didn’t, didn’t you feel pity,Pity for the old,The old man, Nathuram, Nathuram?The…