While passing through the hills
Clustered and in ranges
Littered across,
The porcupines
In spines and quills
When nearer to it
Or it feeling threatened
It standing with
The quills straightened.
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My poetry is the result of
And the silence sufferingWhich I have borne,Undergone,As there is noneWho has supported meIn India,Everybody has just triedTo suppress me,Sidetrack me.Be they the academiciansOr editorsOr politicians,But the embers,The fires and flames of itCan never be,Never beWhatever do theyOr is it in their withinTo keep it extinguished.
My exit-
But will my texts remain here?
A Muslim maiden
And lovely,So young and promisingIn her burkha,I could not see her,But when peeped I insideThe windowSaw I a heart full of so much loveTaking me to Uzbekistan, Kazakhstan,Azerbaijan, Chechnya.
I want to give,
I want to give my soul to you,Not only my heart, but also my soul,My love, you are my heart and soulAnd I love you very muchGiving my heart and soul to you.
My first point is,
DalitMean it,Dalit,Dalit?The word,Dalit,Dalit meansPada-dalit,Trodden,Foot-trodden,Crushed,Crushed and exploited.Dalit,Dalit meansHave-nots,Have-nots,Poor and weakerSectionsOf society.Dalit,Dalit the exploited,Dalit,Dalit the used one,Dalit,Dalit the tortured selfOf man.
The Punjai,
Haryanvi heroinesWill not do it,We want nowNaga heroines,Mizo heroines,Assamese heroines,Lepcha, Bhutia heroines,From Meghalaya, Tripura,Manipur, Mizoram,Assam, Nagaland,Sikkim,Some Bodo heroineWant we,WeIn Bombay.My talks withThe Naga-Naga girls,Bodo blondes,Heroines Sikkimese, Tibetan,Lepcha, Bhutia,NepaliFrom Darjeeling, Siliguri.