In the distant near
Though not visible,
But the voices resounding,
Hari bol, Hari bol, Hari bol,
Hari bol, Hari bol,
Speak, speak you the name of Hari,
I mean God, that is Hari,
Ram nam satya hain, Ram nam satya hain,
Yehi sabhi ka gatya hain,
Ram’s, I mean the Lord’s name is the truth,
This is the way for all,
Movement, duration and time.
Whether you send himTo Cambridge or Oxford,Harvard or California,He will be but the same fanaticFanatical.
I love you.A world without a daughter,Can you imagine?
Giver and Taker of Life.
Walking erect,Strutting and walking on tip-toeWith a book intot he hands of hisFor publicationBut the son a loaferMoving in the company of rowdies and idle-seekers.And the poet repenting in his old age,Why did he take to poetry-wtriting,Why did he not school his son,Was he not selfish,Was he not proud,Standing silent to do a self-assessment?Poetry took…
I am busyBut the reality is this,None of us were busy.God knows who was how much busy,Gentleman, let there be a change of heart,How long will you remain critical?
