Of MJ
In my poetry,
The dance of the King of Pop.
Can anyone break and sing
And dance like him
Moon walking
Sometimes boyish-boyish,
Sometimes girlish-girlish?
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I closing the eyes
In the praise of Ganesha,Lord GaneshaWith the hands foldedAt the temple entranceOffering water and flower petalsJust before the start of my worshipAnd olden artistic statues dancing,dancing before the eyesMade in different styles,From different objectsRock-cut, made from clay,Wooden and painted,Ganesha aschildOf Shiva-Parvati,Ganesha as dearer to Parvati,Ganesha in an elephantine faceLooking so bizarre and grotesqueBut blissful blessingWith…
What this mass exodus is for,
Leaving their homesFor the U.S.Which but I do not,Do not know?Where are they going,Going toCrossing over the rivers,Where, where toThe GuatemalansRisking the perils of the journey?
Mother Parvati with
HersSitting withAnd looking on with pleasure.
O sky,
O heaven,I am hungry,I am hungry,give me,Give me food,Food, food,A handful of,A handful of food,O I am hungry,Hungry,Give me,Give me food,Food!The small-smallPlum bushesGiving me,Giving me plumsSour-sweet wild plums,The mango trees mangoes,The guava treesWild guavasAnd the streamFresh water, clean waterAnd I,I feeling content,Content with,Blessing,Blessing the Providence,A hungry man,A hungry manGiven under the situationTurned reverse,Fate behaving otherwise!
When a child, I used to think,
April Fools’ Day,Is that a fools’ dayOr fools having a heyday,Having a laugh?Now I understand it,It is a day of jokes and humour,Genteel jokes and fun,A day of enjoyment,European and English fun.But I feel sorry to say aboutThe Indian fools,Blunt and bogus,Blockheads and dullards.One Indian illiterate menial boy,When asked I about his wife’s name,Said he…