Let, let me be a red china rose
At the Ankleted Blackly Holy Foot of the Mother.
O, let me, let me be a flower offered to
The Artistic and Sculptural Leg Divine of the Mother,
Just the replica of the one Leg Divine of Kali
And I a hibiscus offered to!
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Twirling and twirlingAnd trailing over,The cigar lit and burning,BurningHeld in the hands,Burning and burningAnd lighting,In embers,The gentlemanIn suites and the bootsTaking to,Taking to stylisticallyWith two fingersTaking to,Taking to the lipsAnd a few puffs taken,It smoked and lightedAnd smoked and lighted,And the ashes shaken off,Smokes coming outOf the mouth and nose,The gentleman smoking,Smokes, smokes, smokesLife in…
One midnight
Found I not my motherBut her asthi-kalasha.The asthi-kalasha of my mother,One midnightWhen I opened the door.I did not, did not find her,But the kalashaHanging by the pole.Spell-bound, spell-boundAnd speechlessStood I bySeeing the urn.The earthen pitcher-like small urnOf my motherContaining in the ashes.The earthen pitcher-like small urnOf my motherContaining in the ashes.One midnightWhen I opened the…
A jasmine-like love
And dreaming of her,Want I to pass it by the nightIn all her admiration and appreciation.A jasmine-like love full of fragrance,Sweetening it all with her presence.
Jinnah,
You shunned and abandonedYour daughterDinaThe daughter fromRuttie PetitAnd this muchYou could not compromise,JinnahJust for your lovely daughter,Jinnah,This much tooYou could not compromise with,JinnahAs how fanatical and biasedAnd prejudicedHad you been, JinnahNarrow and small-mindedCompromising not with his own daughter.
The swan,
The symbolOf fancy and imagination,The dream,The flight of.The swan,The white swanDreamy,Imaginative,Flightful.
Bhojpuri gana gata hai
Remixing,Remixing it allCountry, folk, DJ music and Western,Bhojpuri gan gata haiAur nachata haiCountry liquor lekarPikar daru,Breaking the kamarIn thrillsHip-hopping.