And what do you like to play with
The piano or the drums?
Perhaps the African drums
Making the panthers flee,
Fishes and animals
And the ghosts and spirits dance.
With the beats and dances
Of your fellow people,
Dancing and singing in the forests,
Feeling joy of Nature, pristine world.
Whom will it not charm the hamlet homes,
The hills, vales and woods,
The rivers and the wild
With the sheets of green turf?
Tragedy, loss and suffering,Anxiety and bewilderment,Of the angst of the modern ageAnd the stress and strain of livingIn modern timesOf modern life and living,Of sham living of hollow man, .Stark realities of lifeSeeking for humanitarian help,But the good Samaritan find we not.Bhatnagar is but a modernistWho penetrates deep into jointless timesSo disintegrated and self-centred,Holds parleys…
Dinu WadiaJust for your Miangiri,Miangiri!Jinnah,Shunning your MiangiriYou could have at leastDinu Wadia!Jinnah, just for your fanaticismAnd orthodoxy,Left you your dear daughterDinu Wadia!Jinnah, your daughter,Your daughter Dinu WadiaYou left and shunned her!What, what sort of Papa,Papa or Dad,Were you, Jinnah?
Scenery as the dream flakesBringing pictures with ideas, thoughts and reflectionsOn the minds-cape,The sea waves surging and washing the shore.
The belle, beauty under the veil,I strolling over, loitering around to feel her presence,The feel and presence of Burquawalli.The fair and full moon is shining up above,A few stars too littered acrossAnd there is all-around a whiteness visible,The hills standing afarAnd here I remembering my Burquawalli,Her love.Burquawalli, in search of your love,Go I moving about,Marking…
You take it, take it, mother,My dead mother!O dead spirit, i do not know it what you are,You take it, take it, mother,Whatever you are,Earth, sky, wind, water and fire!O fire returned you to fire,O water returned you to water,O wind returned you to same wind,O dead spirit, the skyey element returned to the skies,O…
Sometimes see IThe carcass lying by the side ofOr deep into the fields thrown offAnd the carrion-eatersLabouring on the dead body,The vultures and other birds,Hyenas now not,But the jackals during the night time,The stray dogs too trying their bestAs they do on left-oversAnd the crows cawing for food and waterAll the time,We too need them,The…
