Or in clumsy clothes
Approaching with the silent steps of his
To whisk away
With the charms and lures of his own,
Ganja, bhang, opium and drugs,
Selling he stealthily,
The contraband goods.
The ale-shop owner too selling countryside liquor,
I mean locally-brewed native liquor
In the bushes
Or in the hutment of his
And the customers coming to take
To forget it all
The hardcore realities of life,
Many have not food in the stomach,
But taking daru to be finished.
Poetry, poetry sunkar,Poetry, poetry pagla kar degiYah poetry.Poetry aur pagalpan,Kitanei paglei hainKavi aur uski kavita.Poetry, poetry,Now I shall go madHearing poetry, poetry,Poetry, poetry will make me madThis poetry.Poetry and madness,How mad are theyThe poet and his poem!
Appreciated and admiredAnd accepted by allThose who read and loved,Loved and likedClassics romantic or classical.
Virtuous and righteousI find itClassicism converted to romanticism,Classico-romanticism,A writer attracted to classicismBut retreating tooAfter being disgusted with,A writer George Herbertian,Jonathan Swiftian,A gipsy like D.H.Lawrence,A vagabond like Walt WhitmanAlways on a pilgrimage, a pilgrimageLike C.G.Rossetti, John BunyanLearning from life,A Catholic but wholly a CatholicBut a Protestant,A Protestant that too notBut a neo-classicistAnd that too notBut a…
Not between one man and another,But between one nation and the other.With the coming of the sister-in-law,Saw I the rooms partitionedBetween one brother and another,Fatherly books being partitionedBetween one brother and another.Thereafter, they started talking about the partitionOf the pension money of the retired father,Started spying for the pass-book and the pension-moneyOf the fatherAnd the…
As a photographBefore me.
