Smiling
From the goggles,
Dark sunglasses,
Memsahebs.
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Without the bust and the torso
Lived he as an unknown man,Passed away unseenBefore we could record it,Enter into our history.
That mad girl under the dark and lonely night
Have you thought about herInstead of thinking about you?That mad girl sitting under a tree, babbling by herself,Have you thought about her?A young and lonely girlUnder the canopy of the skiesAll alone, all alone, she by herself,None with her.
Karl Shapiro,
The University of Virginia,Publication of poetry inPacific Theater,Professorship atUniversity of Nebraska-Lincoln,University of California,Editing of Prairie Schooner,V-Letter and Other Poems,We have not,Have not,Karl ShapiroTelling aboutCalifornia Winter,A Garden In Chicago,Going To School,University,The said and the unsaidSo candidlyAnd vividlyIn a picturesque styleAnd manner of presentation,Reminiscing and telling.
The desire to know Siberia
Taking me to SiberiaAnd its diverse populationSpeaking different tonguesAnd dressed in different attires,The Buryats, the Nenets,The Turkic Yakuts, the Siberian Tatars,The indigenous natives of it,The wilds and barrens of it,The frozen landscapes of it.
Christian America will remain
Free, liberal,Make you it notTurn intoA multi-ethnic, multi-racial countryFraught with communal frenzyAnd riots.
O Lallu, how long will you go enacting
A countryside villainIn Indian cinemaSpeaking in Bhojpuri,firing with an unlicensed revolver,Sending the henchmen,Doing the role of a rustic politician,Not a good man,But a very bad man!Lallu, think not yourself a hero,A zero are you in reality,A goonda,Blunt and bogus and dullFrom a very uncultured family,You, Blackie, I mean Kallu.
Smiling
From the goggles,
Dark sunglasses,
Memsahebs.
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Poetry of the Light Divine,
Miraculous, mystical and mysticalAnd mythical, supernatural and nocturnal,I mean the Light flashing upon,Dispelling darkness within,Showing the way.Light does not come to all of a sudden,It comes after the years of sadhna,Struggle, sacrifice and suffering,Deep devotion and dedication,Renunciation and retirement,Light is but the gold of meditation and contemplation.
What rasa is it in The Waste Land,
How the commotion and impact of it?How the relish, flavor and tasteAppearing to be?Bibhatsha is the landscapic sceneryOf the waste land, the barren landDeserted and devastated in the trailOf devastation brought by the Great War,The world turned into a rubbleImpacting karuna rasa, pity, self-pityFrom the miserable conditions,Evoking pity, pity, self-pityMaking life tedious and troublesomeTo survive…
I saw the childless mother
Into the older lime-stone powder and small bricks madeCenturies old temples,She passing the whole nightLonely and darkBefore the Shiva-lingam,Praying to, seeking blessing from,Invoking the supernatural, nocturnal power,A devotee in her sadhnaTo have the mystical communion,Coming in the form of dreams.
I think about her,
She would have undergone,The trouble and tribulationBorne, facedBy the Austrian womanIn giving birth to Anita,Rearing her all alone,Living namelessly,Why did we suppressThe news?
A fanatic’s daughter
Suspicious ofIf somebody is seeing herAnd her conservative dadKeeping a watch overHer natural and spontaneous smiles.
Mai jaanata thaa ki
Uska khuni anta hogaKyonki sadharan nukkad sabha hone ke baadApnai maksad she bhatak gayinKyonkiuski niva ek barud ke surang par thi,Ek etihaas ke khokhalepan pei.Viodh karnaa thik hai, pradarshan kijiyeApnei-apnei anada mei,Kahani likh, kavita padh,Kabhi dshbahkta ho, kabhi desh-virodhi hoLekin Pakistan ko apnaa kahanaa, Bangladesh ko,Kashmir ki azadi ke baarei naareibaazi karnaYah sab thik nahi,Negative…