Of dreams
Traverses she,
Seeing the sea differently
Each time,
Treading back
To moorlands often
A poetess of
The daylight edging to
In a blue boat
With the soul
Flung out,
Springs of crystal waters
Flowing,
Clearing through
The litter of trash.
The whale-watcher
For an outing
Into the hills, the woods
And by the seaside
All for a glare,
The beauty of fair Nature
And the mystery of the wild,
Blue mountains.
And their Spanish tongue,Their culture, manner, etiquette,Society, protocol, nomenclature,How to say it aboutSpain and its history,Art and culture?Madrid, Granada,Barcelona or Valencia,Where to?
Eisa mat, kahiyei, bhai,Aajkal gadaha paana, dekhanaMushkil ho gaya hai,Oh, bechara ashahay jaanwarWah jo kharaKahi chorahei parMushkil se!Wah bechara kahi jo khadaMaalik bihin,Ghar bihin,Koi use taakata, dekhata tak nahi!The washerman’s dog neither of the house nor of the ghat,Do not say it, brother,Today to find, to see the assHas become difficult,Oh, the poor helpless animalStanding…
Remixing,Remixing it allCountry, folk, DJ music and Western,Bhojpuri gan gata haiAur nachata haiCountry liquor lekarPikar daru,Breaking the kamarIn thrillsHip-hopping.
Lonely Indian foxCrossing the road,Searching foodSometimes chance to seeIt running past,Slipping awayInto the bushes.The fox,Indian fox,Lonely foxInto the lonely waysBecoming visibleAnd instantly running awayTo vanish out of sight,The fox,Indian fox.
Using dialectsAnd inflectional.The script needsTo be fairAnd the lettersTo be legible,Attempting to deliver.
Mystical and mythical,The poet trying to catch the mystical flameAs for his inspirationAnd the priest reciting mantrasAs to invoke Her, the Dark Goddess, the Mother Divine.
