She held me by collar to ask it,

God, Ananda-atma,Your Ananda-atma!Ananda-atma,Leaving it all,God, Ananda-atma,Leaving it all here!God, Your Ananda-atma,Ananda-atma,God, Your Ananda-atma,God!Leaving it all,Leaving at all to You,To You, God,Ananda-atama!O, Lord,Lord, Ananda-atma,Your Ananda-atma,Your, Only Yours!The soul,The departed soul has left,Left for the abode,Now only but Ananda-atma!The soul,Transmigratory soul knew I not,Knew I not, God,The soul, soul.The soul,The soul passes throughI knew it notWhich I…

Where your home,What’s your name?But GentlemenWith the attache,The attacheIn the hand,Smiling,Smiling.But GentlemanSomewhat aged and balding,Smiling,SmilingTo hear them.Gentleman,Gentleman,Where you home,What’s you name?Pastoral, shepherd,Semi-urban rustic small girlsJoking, jokingAnd asking his whereabouts,But Gentleman full of smiles.Saying it not,Just smiling, smilingWith the French-cut beardsOn the chin,Fatty and agedSmiling, smiling justTo hear, hear them.

Crying,Daddy, my daddy!Daddy, daddy,My dear daddyIn a girlish voice!The love of her voice,The pain of her heart,Nobody could feel it!Sylvia Plath,The daughter of the daddy,Daddy, my daddy!A girl so sick and sympathetic,Homesick and nostalgic,Daddy-centred!Daddy, O, daddy,O, my daddy,Daddy, daddy on the lips!The daughter’s love for the daddy,The daughter’sLove and sympathy for her daddy.

She sitting across the seashoreWith the hands around her kneesAnd with the expectant eyesAnd I here on this side,Hearing the music of humanityIn love.

Suggesting roots of grassy plants,Local indigenous pastes,Onion juice for upset bowelsAnd nausea and vomitting,Lemon leaves to check nauseaBy smelling it,Neem leaf paste on boilsAnd cuts,For disinfectant purposes,Garlic as pain-killerAnd immunity-giver,Turmeric powder and lime pasteHeated to be applied onFor sprains,Basil leaves for takingTo get relief fromCough and cold,Lemon juice drops, water and sugarMixed sherbetFor energy,Bel for…

Where the dead lie inRestingThe wasteland,WastelandOf barren fields and fallowsLying untilledThe barrenland,BarrenlandSterile and infertileRuffled by heat and dustReflective of the post-warConditions,Deadly wars and their aftermathAnd man reeling underPain and strife,Struggle for existenceAnd human suffering,Misery untoldRain, rain, all praying for rain,Rains, rainsTo quench thirst,VegetationHumans turned as skeletonsIn submissionPraying, praying to the Divine,Asking for redemptionRedemption, redemptionFrom all,All…