Bhitar se utpanna huyin.
Maya meri ladki
Jisko mein bahut pyar karta hun,
Apne se bhi besi.
Maya my daughter,
Maya, Illusion,
Illusion born from within.
Maya my daughter
Whom love I very much,
Leaving me and myself behind.
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With your MiangiriThinking of Muslim BrotherhoodRather than living in your country.If you are a HinduDo not move out to AmericaWith your HindugiriThinking of Hindu BrotherhoodRather than living in your countryAs America is neither a Muslim nationNor a Hindu sate,But a free country.
I saw lively
Saraswati,Kartika, Ganesha,Brahma, Biswakarma,Mahishasura,The lion, the rat,The owl, the peacock.The masked artistesHistrionic, theatrical,Masked and acrobatic,Rural and rusticBut performing,Performing to delightSo charming and lovely,Spectacular and pleasantBring the scenery divine,Supernatural and celestial,Mythical and mystical,So interesting and spectacularTo this earth of menRehearsing with the maskAnd tales fabulous.
Who am I,
What my name,What my identity?Where my home,Can you?
The whitely,
Long and old,Kaash grassy bloomsLike white and fluffy beardsOf Arvind Krishna MehrotraAre more prominent thanHis surreal verses,The long,Old and flowingWhite beards,Beards ofArvind Krishna Mehrotra,Longer andwhite,But not a sadhu,But a versifier,A poet of the bazaar,Indian bazaar.
I kept reading William Blake’s
Charles Lamb’s Dream Children,Walter de la Mare’s Martha and other poems.
Under the burkha
The fair full moonUnder the patches of cloudsPlaying hide and seek.