My dear Bob,

And nocturnalAnd awesome.Shiva seated on a bullWith the trisula and the kamandalaGoing with His PartyTo marry.A yogi, fakiraIn the loin clothWith the sacred thread over the bodyAnd the snakes rounded around His Neck.The ghosts, goblins and genii,The tigers, bears and monkeysIn His bridegroom partyAll going together.

And imaginative,Taking flights into and revelling in.The romantic not in romance-seeking, but in being free from,Uninhibited, not under the bondage of slavery,A man speaking to a man,A man sympathizing with commonly,Freely.A lover of man, birds and beasts,A lover of the woods and the wilds,Solitude and its loveliness,A singer of the hills and the brooks, the…

And the girl too from bar taken to full swaying,Lying inebriated and awfully drunk under a tree,Under a sky bedecked with the twinkling stars and the fair moon.

The ChandipathaIn the glory ofDevi Durga.The autumnal timeWith the white kash bloomsAnd the mist-laden seulisTelling of the change in time,The harvesting timeAnd commemoration of festivity.The idol-makers busy withMaking the statues ofDurga, Mahishasura, Lakshmi,Saraswati, Kartika, Ganesha.The idol-maker carving outAnd sketching the eye,The eye of Bhababati.

I do not know it,Where you to go,Where to reach by,How the troubles and tribulationsOf the journey taken by you,On what unknown paths and ways of life,Into which, which lanes and streetsTo pass throughThe crossroads inter crossing each other,The diversions to takeFor reaching home,Hometowns and destinations,A tedious journey undertakenAs a pedestrian,A footman you going,Going on…

So lovely to look atWith the pipeAnd the crown over headAnd in beautiful costumesStanding cross-leggedOn a lotus emblem,Krishna,Lord Krishna,An image!