But is not dancing,
The young-young new writers in English,
They themselves dancing
As for soaring to fame
Through the banner.
The errors and blunders of Indian politics,
Who can make a substitute for it,
The world too had been then
In comparison with the world
Well-connected now,
Just with the mobile handset
One in a second of time
Doing hello-hello now
To his friend in distant Arunachal?
With mortars and shellsThe Buddhas, the Buddhas of Peace Cosmic.
Kothai theke aascchen?Gentleman,Aapka bgar khana hai,Kahan she ya rahein hain?Gentleman,Where is your home,Where do you come from?
How to forget it,It,Whatever say you about it?My love,I have not still,The heart beats it still,O, I want to be innocent!Lucy’s love,The world could not,But Wordsworth knew it,Felt it within,Could not open up the magic of it!There is a loveGreater than the bodily loveAnd that is innocent loveWithout guile and deceit.
Conflicting sweet and sour things.
History of Man.
You are wonderfulAnd I too complimented herWith you are wonderful, wonderful!Who is wonderful,We could not?
