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Valentine’s Day,
My love is callingAnd I have to go, have to go.You in my heart,I in your heart,My Valentine letting me not stay here,I must, must.
Kabir
Haunted itGandhi,Mahatma GandhiSpinning the hand loom wheel for yarn,Haunted itTagore,Rabindranath TagoreIn writing GitanjaliImpacting themThe songs of Rama-RahimaWith his thoughts saintly.
Digital India,
Just it is a matter of digits,Go on pressing the keyboard,Clicking with the mouse.Everything tried it, did I,But couldn’t get the cash.
Nirguna Brahma,
Formless Divine, Cosmos.
My love, I shall write a poem you
Will you fall in love with me?
John Masefield a poet
The ships sailing,The surf and foam splashing.
And for them,
Why did they suffer the people,
Just for the leaders and erratic decisions
Without thinking about the midnight children
Making a tryst with destiny
Just fro to sit on chair
They pushed India to an unknown future,
Children, widows, men and women
To be ill-fated hapless people,
Doomed to die as poor destitute
And to be killed, tortured and thrown out,
Such a deadly game,
Such a sinister design of work had they
On their mind?
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The father had not thought about that his dear son one day
That the peddler will come and take away him away,That the bootlegger will be his friend,Ay, the druggist,Giving the dose of drugAs for sleep of the eyes,As for his peace and the rest of mind.Never did his poor and old father imagined it that his sonGoing to be a drug-addict,Would be addicted to narcotics and…
All can make atoms and tanks
But how many can keep themselvesCool and calm?
They also sing the song of Rama
Singing and saying it allAnd having said going outAll but silently.They also sing the song of RamaSaying the prayers in whispersAnd going away all but silentlyNever showing it all.What sort singers are they,Say you,What sort of singersPraying but asking for not?
Before the making of a modern Indian English poet,
The gentleman in being a practitioner of verse,Indo-Anglican or Anglo-Indian,Indian poet in English or Indian English poet,As written English served his purpose,Spoken English learnt he laboriously,Native mother tongue not, but alien?An Indian English poet in the making,In the aftermath of independence,When the English left they India,They thought of becoming Englishmen,Going by the way of Gandhi,Emulating…
My heart is beating,
Calling you,My love,Where, where youOn this Valentine Day?My love, love,Where you areOn this Valentine Day?
Whenever I feel sad,
From overhead,Sai Baba,Sai Baba of Puttaparthi,I walking down my steps,Covering my steps hastily,Under the shadow of Sai Baba,A huge portrait from overhead overlooking us.