Maya-moha.
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The small-small breed Indian white cows grazing,
And the white-white cranes picking cereals and going together with.
With so much so of love,
So much so bonding and fascinationA young nun, young and lovely maidenIn the whitesComing,Coming and passing through.I do not know it,But I saw here,Why did I see herWith so much so affection and love?Is this called love?Unexpressed love.
A poet, a patriot,
A son of the soil,An educationist, a reformer,A debater, a humanist,A radical, a free thinker.
Phir tumhari kahani yaad yaayin,
KahaniYaad yaayin,YaayinAur bheegi,Bheegi kar gayin,Palkon,Palkon koBheegi kar gayin.Tum chalei gayei,Chalei gayei,GayeiAur mei,Mei rota rahaa,RahaaTumhari yaad,Yaad mei,Kaisa yah pyaar,Kaisa yah pyaar?Again remembered I your story,Again yourStoryGot remembered,GotAnd wet,Wet it,The eye-lids,Eye-lids,Got wet.You went away,Went away,AwayAnd I,I kept weeping,Kept,In your memory,Memory,How is this love,How this love?
Nightclubs,
And for what?What do theyDo thereAfter going to?‘Friends,You do not, do notKnow it!They will drinkAnd danceHearing music! ‘Who,Who are they,Who, who are?‘They are,They are lovers,Drinkers and dancers!Life-enjoyers,Pleasure-seekersAnd smokers too!See, see you the DJ,The hat-manIn shirt, pants and boots!The music man,The musical player of recordsAnd the thriller thrilling! ‘
The golden jackals
HowlingInto the marshy tract,The golden jackalsCallingLike humansWhich butMistake I oftenFor the bad boysCaricaturing.