And in the shorts
Jogging in the park,
Looking handsome-handsome,
Young-young
Into the T-shirt and jeans,
The golden specs
Over
With a hanging face
Looking young-young and stylish
And handsome
Hiding in age and childhood.
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Under the kaaminis scattering slowly
By being in their contact,The kaaminis blooming and falling overAnd I marking the night go,So mystically fragrant,The blooms so redolent and fine.Where to go if she too is not,Has not come back?I under the tree sleeping and passing the nightDreaming of Lost loveComing to me as Night Queen.
Hare Rama, hare Krishna,
Krishna Krishna,Hare Rama, hare Krishna,Rama Rama,Krishna Krishna,The song I sing,Sing,Hare Rama, hare Krishna,Rama Rama,Krishna Krishna,Hare Rama, hare Krishna,Rama Rama,Krishna Krishna,The song, song, sing I,Sing I,Hare Rama, hare Krishna,Rama Rama, Krishna KrishnaWith so much love,Love and devotion,Losing, losing inHare Rama, hare Krishna,Rama Rama, Krishna Krishna,Losing, losing,Submerging inRama and Krishna, Krishna and Rama,Krishna and Rama, Ram and…
On the one hand lay it the Sai temple
A proud burqawalli crossingHer wayProud ofGoing her wayOblivious of Sai Baba,Sai Baba of PuttaparthiAverting the gaze,Without bowing the head before.
The Naga sadhus,
I understood them not,Understood not,Their celibacy and sadhna,Their travels and journeys,Births and ends,Where did they come from,Where will they go,How their teachersDefeating Brahminical philosophiesAnd pundit traditions,The hathayogis
A glass of lassie
To beatThe blazing heatOf Indian summerHot and sultry.Curd with sugar,Cream and iceAnd a little bitOf pepper and black salt,A glass of milky cold lassie.Lassie chahiye,Lassie chahiye,The hawker coming and saying,Lassie,Lassie,Cold lassie,Sweet and sour and spiced,Half-half.
The red wolf,
The Florida black wolfOr the Mississippi valley wolfLooking gray and reddishAnd brownish.