In the goggles everyone looks like

and hiding inand aroundinto the bushesor the holes,the small-tailedand bushywith the pointed earsand glaring eyes,the foxes,brown foxesslipping by,gliding fast.

Old Guitarist,O youWith the guitarHunched overAnd threadbare clothingStill there,thereWith the instrumentIn your oldAs your sole love,Sole professionSeeking refuge in,Finding repose in,Solace with,It is art which but never dies,It is love which but not!O, you with the guitar,What did you to the worldAnd what did the world give to you,Guitarist,Old Guitarist,O you, the Guitarist,Walking into the…

The winds have started blowing hardAnd lo, the kalbaisakhi is comingAfter the daytime heat and temperature,Heat wave and its ruffle!The gloom extending over, the trees rustling by,Winds blowing hard and howling,Followed by the rains lashing,Trees shaking dangerouslyLest be broken.Unsettling and unseating it all,The kalbaisakhi coming with the dark cloudsAnd the lashes of rains,The gloom and…

Romantic flight of imagination,Shelleyian in idealismAnd poetic rebellion,But Nuleeni’s painHe could not forget,Carried it along with him

Takes a few steps repentingWith the hand on his heartOn the path going and thinking within.The stomach and the back are but tone,Going with a stick,For an armful, a fistul of grains to satisfyThe hunger of the bellyWith a torn bag to beg for alms—He comes and repents with the heart in his steps.Together with…

Playing with dust,Under the sunUnmindful ofWhat she had,What had not,Playing with dustUnder the strong sunThat poor girl,Poor Dalit girlInto the hamlet,Hamlet homeAnd the courtyardAll around the place,The open space adjacent to itThat Dalit girl,Poor Dalit girlHalf-fed,Half-fed and half-clothed,The child,Child of povertySmiling,Smiling sweetly.