Dancing,
dancing at the beat
Of music,
At the break of dance
In full thrill and ecstasy
With the guitar tuning vocally
And the drum beating in consonance with.
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I thank you
Raising the issueAcross the borderOf misconduct and false promisePromised by an Indian major,Marrying and then betrayingTo be called home.
Laluwa-Budhuwa
The makers of Bihar’s destiny,The cowboys, buffalomen.
Tears are in your eyes,
Sorry, sorry to see youIn tears,Very, very sorryIf hurt I your feelings unknowingly,If hurt I anyway.
The house
With the criticsHas now fallen silentAfter their departureOne by oneExiting fromFrom the stageAnd leaving meAnd poetry.My father,My mother,My aunt,My youngest brother,My eldest brother,All of them are gone,Now how much lonely feel IThat you don’t know,I pray to God to take me away too.
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