In saffronite clothes and rudraksha rosary?
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After getting married for the second time, how has he changed
Changing colours like the chameleonAs they do go on.When she had been alive, I mean the poor, humble and simple lady,How uncaring had he been, how much unlovingAs she used to care for the whole householdAnd he used to remain indulged in his.But with the change in time how has he changedLooking coloured-coloured,Painted, dyed and…
She breaking stones
Under heat and sun,The stone-breaker womanWith the hammerWorking under the strong sunWithout any respiteOr reliefThirsty and hungryThe poor lady,How to compliment you, NiralaFor this beautiful poem?She too is a man,A man but woman,But she workingFor the belly,To satisfy hunger
Said they
Now dead and goneJust like clay things.Rose upAnd said theyOnce they had been aliveBut now dead and gone.
The poet as a bird-watcher and bird-watching as poetry,
As poetry will cease to remain poetryIf the birds go depletingAnd greenery of the wildsAnd blueness of the sunny hills.Without bird-watching, one cannot be a poetAnd the bird-watcher is a poet,Try to watch at least for to be poet,See them with a poetical heartFor to be a painter of life and the world around,Animate or…
His narratives the narratives and fiction
Nationhood and nationality,Black art and realism mixed with comicality,Fun and humour and merry-makingCombined with the flight of imaginationDreaming of imaginary homelands and their climes.
Gandhi,
The Great Old Man,Father of the Nation.