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Now the peacocks dance not under the showers,
Can we dream of a world without them?God’s earth, how to keep it?
I know it well
Live in the house,He will surely turn me outTo be strandedOn the footpathOr will be ISomedayIn the old age homesRehabilitated into.
They are the sadhus,
Do not kill them,Kill them,They are the sadhus,Sadhus,Mistake,Mistake you not forThe child-lifters,Lynch them not,Lynch them not,They are sadhus, sadhus!N.B. Palghar Attacks
Simanchal Patnaik who was from Berhampur, Orissa
A self-published poet,Appearing in journals and briefed aboutIn dailies tooWas a Subordinate JudgeAttempting to write in laboriously,Trying to put efforts into the realms of poesy.A poet like a rhymer in verse, a poetasterLabouring to express in,Putting in some mental effortOr trying to improvise laboriouslyWas he the man and the poet,But no less than inIn the…
I am reading Salman Rushdie
Midnight’s Children,The Moor’s Last Sigh,Haroun and the Sea of stories,The Enchantress of Florence,The Prophet’s HairTo pass time.And taking ginger flavouredLiquor tea,Tulsi patta,A few herbal basil leavesWith a spoon of honeyIn the morningSometimes altering withDistasting it all neem pattaAnd sometimes trifala churnaA little bit of mixed water.If possible a cup of warm milkIn the morningWith chayawanprash,Take…
When I called him,
With double coughingAnd warning us of corona virusAs an epidemicSpreading and taking a toll uponAnd hearing the ringtone, felt I within,Who is the man coughing,Is he so seriously ill,Why is he coughingTo make me hear?