Nathuram, don’t you,

My Fiat,MyPadmini?

Showing the tamasha.The Indian bandarwallahShowing the tamashaWith the rhesus monkeys.Indian rhesus monkeys,Short, small and red-mouthed,But brown-haired.The monkeyman,The monkey showmanShowing the tamasha.The Indian bandarman,Showing the tamasha,The spectacle.With the Indian bandars,The rhesus monkeys,Red-mouthed and small.A street playWhich but you too willAdmire and appreciate it.When see you the bandarsStanding and going,Going to marry.Made to act,One in the ragged…

A modn, up-to-date, hi-fi girlSmiling sweetly.

Where the acharyas, abbotsPontifical, hypocritical,The great Indian frauds?Not the scholars,But the great proud mastersOf knowledge,Sahityacharya, Vyakarnacharya, JyotishacharyaTo whom all are but fools,Only they the pedantic, scholastic scholarsClassical and rarer.

Bombarded and kept burning,In smoke and black-out.The planes made crash overAnd it fuming and in flames,Smokes as dark cloudsEngulfing the area.People running for cover,Jumping to death,Tragedy befallingAll of a sudden.Horrific, terrific was it,Was it to viewThe scene of the site,The towers caught in fire and smoke.Fumes billowing,It smoking and smoking,The volleys of itEngulfing the area.The…

A king never born,Never will be born againAnd the gods putting him to test,Giving troubles tobut he feeling not the pressure,Letting it go.O, lo, his son Rohit has been bitten by a snakeWhile picking flowersEarly in the morningAnd serving as a menialAnd the queen too unable to maintain herself,Everything but gone,Out of the hands, the…