Purdahwallis,
The oldie profs of
Gender studies,
Now the bobbies taking over
From them.
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When I see their sorrow
How less is it my sorrowThan those of theirs?When think I of my sorrow!
Say, do you love me? Love Me?
Asked she emotionallyWith a quite passionate heart of her ownAnd on hearing it, ached it my heart,Beat fast and pulsated,Throbbed and fluctuatedTo nod in expressionYes, yes, I love you, I love youSo passionately, so emotionallyAnd so lyrically.Do you love, love me? , said she again to get back to,Yes, I love, love you,I love you…
A glass of lassie
To beatThe blazing heatOf Indian summerHot and sultry.Curd with sugar,Cream and iceAnd a little bitOf pepper and black salt,A glass of milky cold lassie.Lassie chahiye,Lassie chahiye,The hawker coming and saying,Lassie,Lassie,Cold lassie,Sweet and sour and spiced,Half-half.
A dawn at Puri,
People waiting to enterThe Great Temple.For a darshan,PranamTo Jagannath,The Natha of the Jagata.The Lord of the World,VishnuThe PreserverThe small-small puppet-likeGods ogling beautifully.It’s a dawn-break,The dawn-time,The sun glistening, glowing,Focusing with the frail light.
Modi by the rocks of the beach
Marking the bluish watersAnd holding dialoguesWith the oceanAnd penning downHis conversation with the ocean,The silent waters of it!The below-quoted stanzaA rendition of that,An amalgamationOf the poem,A summarized re-editionIn English.O ocean, you take,Take my salutation,Salutation,So deep and unfathomable,So tranquil and quietBut immeasurableConnected with my origin and end,So deep and immeasurableHiding in a great circumferenceBut never out…
A ragged man
Somewhat uncouth and clumsyHe singing,Singing the song of Rama,In pain,But singing,Singing the song of RamaSo soulfullyLost in Rama!On hearing him,I felt,Felt it within,How the voice so soulful,The melody of the song,The lyrical noteAnd lilting of it!But oh, the tragedy is inEven the Lord did notSuch a singer of his,Such a divine singer of his!