And for what?
What do they
Do there
After going to?
‘Friends,
You do not, do not
Know it!
They will drink
And dance
Hearing music! ‘
Who,
Who are they,
Who, who are?
‘They are,
They are lovers,
Drinkers and dancers!
Life-enjoyers,
Pleasure-seekers
And smokers too!
See, see you the DJ,
The hat-man
In shirt, pants and boots!
The music man,
The musical player of records
And the thriller thrilling! ‘
Nobody understood,Ever tried to,We just the other side,Not his words?Just went on calling him a Hitler,A dictator,A tyrant, an autocrat,But why,Why was he,None came to understand it?
End the drama of Sabrimala,Why can they enter into the temple complexOf Sabrimala?What paapa, sin is in itIf they want to worshipWho to sayWhose body impureOr pure?
Through which came he hereTreading,Passing through the green woodAnd the pastures wildFull of green grass,The leaves of fluttering in the wind,An innocence missed and goneAs for temptation,Fall from heaven,Lust and greed misleading manWith ripples within the human heart,But Nature so pristineWith the ancient orchard of itCalm and sedate,Sometimes furious and wild.
countless in numbersStanding at a distance,Flocked togetherI saw them,Saw them with loveAs gifts from Australia.
After becoming great.
Blue bull horseA horse or a goat,In between the twoRobustly builtAnd briskly manedSmall-small and beautifulThe nilgai,Taking me to exotic flora and fauna,Hearing the call of the wild,Valleys, woods and marshes.
