Does it give
License to wine shops,
Ale houses,
Liquor stalls,
Bars
By the roadside,
In the market place
And the bazaar,
Sprawling
On the highways
To make the drivers drink
And fall flat
With vehicles?
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John Berryman
Columbia, Minneapolis, Minnesota,Memories of father,Growing over the years,Haunted byGood and bad memories,Coming to terms with lifeWith alcoholism and depression,Writing of The Dream Songs,Belonging to the Confessional school of poetry,The beards flowing,Closing of the chapter otherwiseHow to take to,Take to!
I wanted to pause by the timber trees
The long-long,Tall-tall timber treesAnd the ways mesmerizingGoing to,Bifurcating toTaldangra, Simlapal,Bikrampur to Homegarh,Garhbeta,Raskundu MoreUnder Medinipur district.The lonely roads,Bituminous roadsWithout men and hutmentsLeading to where,A world with men,A world without men,How to feel it?
My rustic love, where do you lie you,
The courtyard of yours,Grazing the cattle,Palying with the frolicking lambs,You plucking the wild flowersAnd gifting them so lovefully,With a cursory glance of yours,The eyes full of so much so love?My rustic heart, my rustic love,Where lie you with your simple pastoral heart of yours,I seartch you, search you,Love misinterpreted?
Let the roses be for St.Valentine,
For the Lord of Love,Let the roses be.A pack of roses in his memoryOr, why not a red rose to himRather than to the belovedIf she is unavailable,Why not to give it to a child?Let the day be in his reminiscence and remembrance,In the remembrance of St.ValentineAnd his sacrifice,His attempts to save love,Love sacred and…
Dark is beautiful, try to feel,
From the fold of darkness.
Apart from what do his detractors say about him,
Modi is not what they say about him,A thinker and a visionary,A dreamer and a karmayogi is heFor him life is but a sadhnaAnd he like a sadhakaResorting to a tapa,Making it bear and undergo,Struggle and suffer as for the karmayajna.Many have failed to understand him,But what I have come to,There is but of a…