Attraction in her heart,
Lusciousness in her lips.
I said salam to her and she stopped by me
Smilingly
As could not hold her laughter,
Shook the hands with
And went away
As a photo negative
Which but I kept seeing her.
And that day I took the oath of
That I would bring her home
Whatever be the bone of contention,
Miss Burquawalli,
To His Coy Mistress,
The queen of my heart.
To a man,Give them,Take it away solely.A man think youFor a man,A human beingHe too his rightsTo live and think.
Asking,Searching for the Ultimate Truth,The Eternal TruthWhich but guides,Guides ultimatelyWhen disbelief in beliefHolds,Keeps barredBecoming Light to unto thyselfWhich is but inextinguishable.But the Boat of Life keeps it going,Drifting on,Floating over the surf and foamOf worldly mire,SnaresBut the Truth is Truth,The Eternal TruthSo look to it,As look I to myself.
Give you the dataTo design it.
Why not to talk ofWLM, WLM,All the time Black Lives Matter not,White Lives Matter tooShould be thereAs I have heard them saying,SayingAnd getting public sympathies,But sympathies must be humanNot otherwiseImprovised and explained?
Then what to say?Oh, they could not competeWith the European nations!If Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan,Syria and others fall in such a wayThen what to say?We expect something memorableBut where have theyAs war and the devastation brought to them?
Kahan hai wo mon ka sagar?Kahan Kapil Muni ka ashram?Kahan Sagar ke putron ka paap-mochan?Where is Gangasagar?In whose search are you going there?Where is that heart’s, soul’s Sagar?Where Kapil Muni’s ashrama?Where the redemption of the sins of Sagar sons?
