The nasal sound that you
Add to,
The emotion you
Attach to,
Twisting and twisting
The tongue.
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I hearing the music,
High aboveWith the head on the palmSeeing the band of musicians,The artistes at the netsDoing the gymnastic skills.The joker on an ass whistling,Working as the umpire of the comedian cricket teams,The juggler with the hats, caps and balls juggling,One two four, four two oneAnd the other pigmy jokers trying to breakThe concentrationAfter having clapped and…
Son of Bal Thackeray,
From the Shiv Sena,The mouthpiece and spokesmanOf it after his father,He is an outspoken fellowNationalistic,A columnistPhotographicOf Maharashtra,It forts and landscapesAnd the Warkari Vaishnavites.
Is this the India where women are burnt to death,
Is this the India where the newly-weds are burnt,Suffocated, killed and murdered and thrown?Is this the India where on suspicion and suspectOf chastity and virginity,Women are tortured,Is this the India of the girl-child bridesTurning widows at an early age,Dying unnatural deaths?Is this the India of neglect and rebuke meted outTo the daughters,Food given late after…
Now the peacocks dance not under the showers,
Can we dream of a world without them?God’s earth, how to keep it?
She keeps powdering, creaming
Applying the cosmeticsA heroine behind the curtainBefore the mirrorDressing and decorating herselfA persona colourfulAnd impressive.
Take you alcohol,
Be you not an alcoholic,Addicted to,Lying fallen on the roads.Spoil you not with alcoholismThough take youBut within a limit.