The girl is very beautiful

Before a foreign readerThrough a website,She said that she would ask her momTo explain the poemThough it sounded well,Another readerWhile going through my poemAbout Jayanta Mahapatra as an imagist,He referred to Pound and LawrenceInstead of JayantaShowing ignoranceOr he did not.

Love me or not,O, you will go away,Will you leave me, leave meTo be with another sweetheart?With tears into the eyes of hers, asked she soulfully,O, you will go, go away really,Leaving me all alone,Loving me,Giving heart and taking away?

Or an Oriental fellowOr an ashramite of the Pondicherry AshramaOf Sri AurobindoHolding talks with K.D.SethnaThe poet and critic and sadhaka,Who is sheContributing to London Poetry?

Early in the morning, at dawnbreak.

Or in groupsDancing,Dancing strangelyWith finger snapping,Circular movement,Just like the circus artistes,The musicians too with the accordion, the bagpipe,The men and women too dressed strangelyDancing at their places,Splitting and pairing.

Where the blue boyOf BrindavanFluting the pipeAnd Radha tryingTo overhearGiving an earTo the musicSo melodiouslyCalling?A Fairly Tall GirlRajanigandhaStandingWith a bouquetOf fragrant icy-white bloomsTo present.An ImageGandhiThe old manWith the charkhaSpinning yarnFrom the handloom wheelConjures uponThe mind’s plane.A ShayarI am a shayarJust for you, my loveAnd you coming to meIn terms of shayriAnd my romantic shayrana andaz.The…

He is Lawrentine,WordsworthianSketching the thingsWith the personal paintOf human tragedy and loss.An Orwell,A Shaw,A LarkinHis is an anti-thesisIn revolt againstThe Divine set-up of things,Man and poor destinyAs assigned to him.A writer fatalistic,PessimisticAnd so individualisticWith a strange love forArt and architectureCombined with skill and trainingIn the same domain.

Ruffling it all,The sun blazing hot,Fire fallingCarried by the winds,But the pastures cooling, soothingAnd refreshing,The orchards, tree shades,While on the one hand no respiteWhile on the other the water bodiesAnd the tree shades cooling and soothing to core.

Giver and Taker of Life.

But the secret only the Almighty knows it and his olden friends,How bogus had he been! A third-classer and a last-bencher too.And the same man now says it that he had been first class first.How can it be, sir?The granddaughter and the grandson enquiring aboutAnd he lying about.How to say the past things of life?And…

In acceptanceOr in negation of,What should he do,A song-writerDid he deserve that,Did the songs comeIn the song categoryHe thought aboutAnd for this he kept mum,Maintaining silence,What should he,Should he take or decline itHe thought within,A singer he,A musician,A guitarist heSetting songs to music,A singer heSinging and playing?What does a poet do,What does a singer,Is poetry…

Your posting of photographs I love them and like it,But blackmail not anyone,Give not tears to anyoneEven though possessed by strong feelings,Let passion not undertake you.

Emerson’s Brahma,Whitman’s A Passage to India,Elion’s The Waste Land,Auden’s Partition,Yeats’ Meru, The Indian to His God, The Indian Upon God,Excluding the Indian poets and poetessesWriting in EnglishAnd calling themselvesIndo-Anglian, Anglican writers of verseOf Indian English poetry, Indian poetry in English.

Promoting goodness and nobility,Democratic idealsThrough his vision.Abraham Lincoln the man and PresidentSaving America during the Civil War,Aligning the North with the South,Abolishing slaveryFor humanism sake.Strengthening the federal structure,He gave a new impetusUpholding human ideals,Human dignityA lawyer, an oratorWas he Abraham Lincoln of America.

You cannot be a doctoral examinerAs you teach in a college.Hearing him, smiled I,Said I not to,Never have I gone afterPosting and placement.If be this, let the varsity comeAnd test me,I am an expert on Jayanta MahapatraAnd the non-knowing will examine the theses on him.Something kept me from bursting,I am that Bijay Kant DubeyWho never…

In the blazing month of Baisakh,Akshay Tritiya,The day to start with,To do the bargainWith gold, silver nor other things,To forward in relations,To bring in hope,Rekindle some expectation?Under the blazing hotOf the summertime of Baisakh,In mid-April,How to feel the importance of it,Feel the bounty of LakshmiAnd the blessings of VishnuIn Akshay Tritiya,Giving food to stray animalsOr…

I shall keep humming,Humming around youAs a butterfly keepsAround a flower.

Holding the heart breath.I feelWhere are they going?