Where do they go away?
And what about the light?
How does it glow and glitter
Like a twinkling star?
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On the facebook of my heart,
Posted on itWhich I see herTaking my time out.The eyelashes smeared with tear drops,The trickles coming upon the faceAnd falling toAnd she wiping with her handsNone but she herself.On seeing the photo, they may ask,Who the girl is,But what to say tot hemWho understand it not,The affairs, the emotional heart and its affairsAnd the sensitivity…
Nathuram, don’t you,
Sad for Gandhi,The great old manWhom shot you dead,Nathuram?Nathuram,Why did you, Gandhi,Why did you,Don’t you,Don’t you feel sad for?
Timurlane, orthodoxy, medievalism
Need we notTo buy these.Say youHow progressive and progressiveHad you been.
I have forgotten
I have forgotten.