The border

What can it give to?Is it assembling of factsAnd matters?Is it substantiation?What does the scholar not,The research student do it herein,The Ph.D.-doer?What the utility of it,What the thesis,The anti-thesis?

A therapist,A social activist,Polish-PolishNear the German borders,A writer German not,But a Polish writerOf exotic flora and faunaTelling the tales,Fables,Taking to the PolandOf oracles and soothsaying,Of a herbalist, a naturalist,A primitivist.

Shiva I, Shiva I, I Shiva,Satyam shivam sundaram.Shiva, Shiva, Shiva,The land of Shiva,Shiva, Shiva.Close the eyes, eyesAnd feel you the bliss,Bliss of meditation.

Coming through the recitationAnd you continuing for twenty four hoursOr twelve hours,Day and night choruses,Definitely a team work is it.The harmonium is playedAnd the Ram-nam sung uponWith the striking cymbalsLyrically and rhythmically,Take you, the name of Rama,Sita-Ram, Sita-Ram,Hare Rama, Hare KrishnaOr the name of Radha and Krishna.

But what to say to,As I myself too am confusedWho she is really?Her identity, her entity, I cannot,As I know it not fully,Only one thing that know I is this thatShe is a small girlLiving under impoverished circumstances,But is very, very humble and simpleAnd this is the beauty of her nature.Though appear to be dark,…

Make not please their life hell,Just think, think youWhen are not drunk,But forget not the lessonWhen drinking it.