When I
Took to
Writing
Poetry in English
After reading
Wordsworth,
Eliot,
Keats
And had no
Idea
About Indian
Poetry in English.
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The woodpecker pecking into
Just like a carpenterWorking with its tools,The woodpeckerMaking a shrill callAnd peckingWith its beak,Long beakDrilling intoTo bore in a holeTo live in.
O, gypsy,
How much,How much does it,Does it cost it,You give me,Give meThe statue,The statue of Ganesha,You are,You are holdingIn your handsAnd going,Going to sell,Sell,O, gypsy,Gypsy girl,Give me,Give meYour Ganesha,Your Ganesha to me,To me?
I see winter wrapping the wrapper of
moving awayunder colder nights of gloom.A lady wrapped undera thick woolen blanketgoing somewhere,marking the frost and chill of the air.The harsh and chilly wind blowing it hard,the bones chilling,the cold waves raking up,but the lady of the winter in the gait of hers.
Kar lo duniya mutthi mein,
A beautiful girlDreamy and goldenWith the Colgate smileShowing her white teethAnd the hanging golden brown hair,Advertising the hand phone setAnd the telecom companyFor connection giversAnd taking calls.With a slim and lovely handsetShe telephoning,Calling,Ringing,Dialing,Saying hello,Not hi,HelloTouching the screen,Not pressing the buttons,Keys,Saying hello.Kar lo duniya mutthi mein,Kar loDuniya muthi mein,She advertisingAnd singing,Take youThe globe into your hands,Palm,This…
The girl is black
See the face-cutting.
Wherever board you
When coming outOf the houseTry to seeYour familyFor the firstOr the last timeAs who knows,This may beThe last journeyOf yoursTaking you toNot your destination,But to swargapuri,The heavenly abode!