Which but know you, which but know I,
Which but I cannot,
As it happens, happens in love,
Stealing the moon, I shall go sitting behind the church.
The moon shining above and we behind the church
Talking, lost in the thoughts of ours,
The fair, fine and silvery fresh moon shining up above,
The moonshine-bathed the world,
The moonlit ways and the orbs glistening
And we behind the church,
In the garden of flowers, sitting in the backyard,
Sharing a talk.
Dark the world,Dark the story of Creation,Dark the ways of lifeAnd dark you,Eking out a livelihood.Under the chill and cold of the dark, solitary and lonely nightsStand you all aloneAs sculptures and figurines,Sculpted out of stoneOr as terracotta platesOn the outer walls of the temples,As masons and artistes,But they knew not,Cared not at least the…
He too had the spark of geniusAnd talent in himWhich but we knew it not.And now that he is gone,When did he live,When did he pass awayWe came to know it not?
That I writeAnd want to be a poetAnd he too saying itThat he is a poet.My God, in a poet’s corner, lie I pushed in,One poet praising another,One saying about oneself a poet,One praising anotherIn mutual admiration.Their faces and moods fear I,What they take into,What they think,What they feel in,My God, let me slip and…
Forgetting the Indian connections,Indo-English, Indo-Portuguesewith a cigarette burning into the handsAnd the alcohol of the alcoholic into the other.
Their cigarsMake me smoke,The trails of smokeTwirling up above,The cigar held in betweenThe fingers,Puffed with style,Embers blazing,Ashes shaken off.On seeing themI too want to smoke,Smoke a cigar.
I mean the thorps and hamlets of Poor IndiaWhere reigned itPoverty and illiteracy,Backwardness and underdevelopment,Hunger and superstition,A small girlPassed youYour days in doing home-works,Field works,Working hard,Getting less,Unable to eat, drink, clothe and dress,Oil and apply on,A poor girl living poorly,Looked after your small brother,Helped the mother,Cooked food afterHand fanning and puffing into a blazeThe dry…
