The House I think is mine

The brute,The bloody bruteBestial andbrutalAnd bloody!Tiger! tiger! terror and horrorOf the forest,The wild running amok,Forests impregnable and dense,Dark and deep,In full mystery of life!Tiger! tiger! the wild creatureUntamable and swift and proud,Brutal, bloody and bestial,So mighty and horrible,So terrible and pouncingTo drag unto!Tiger! tiger! the bloody tiger,How the claws of it,The jaws bloody,The roar and…

When I shall not be.

In age after ageJust outside the hamlet homes,A cluster of mud-built houses with straw-thatched roofs?Marking ashti-kalshas hanging by the peepul treeBy the banks of the river,The burning ghats solitary and littered withBamboo cots, broken and half-burnt,Earthen bowls half-broken and pitchers tumbled down.Just by the river banks, loitering on the ghats, sometimes by the peepul treeOr…

Going with the anklets,Sounding musicallyUnder this moonlit nightWhen the fair orbs are dazzling and drizzling?Who, who is this girl testing my sadhna,Who the damsel with blue-yellow eyes,Who the girl Chandramukhi (Moon-faced) ,The night queen?I in my sadhna, lost into the studies of mineBut she going with the resound of the ankletsAnd it disturbing me,Making my…

Ans as thus you will one dayBernard Shaw,The George Bernard Shaw of IndiaWhich but the Indians may understand or may notAs they understand it not high thoughts and ideas,As understand they only white lies and false promises.

But something is vehemently sociologicalWhich but you cannotIf get you not trapped in.After mixing with, you will come to knowHow obstinate and arrogant,Superstitious and cruel and callousAre they.As they know it not the languageof the heart,But of the bodyAs they like to go for a killAnd drink.Once I could not compromise withAs for the beautiful…