The world

When you had,HadBeen close,Close to me,I remember, rememberWhen you had,Had beenCloser,Closer to me,I remember, I rememberWhen you,You used to walk,Walk together with,With me,Walking pastUnder the starry skies,Sometimes under,Under the full moonLooking milkyAnd we,We sharing the talks,Talks of the heartSo affectionate and emotional.

To mark the lonely and manless midnight.Just from the cottage cot, see I the galaxy,Innumerable and immesureable stars twinklingUp above mysteriously.Open from all sides, supported by bamboo pillarsAnd thatched with straw,I taking the cosmic reading,Sometimes the dogs can be heard barking after.

And this is the world,Accept you it or not.

Take the Bible and say you,I love you, love you.Take the Bible and say you,I love you, do you love me,Do you love me, I love me,Which I am not hearingHe is hearing, one who has to hear is hearing,Why to say of me,Say to Him,See unto Him and say you,That you love me, love…

I raise the curtain of the window and peep into my lifeTo find,Where are they,Where have they gone away?

Pablo Neruda,Your communistic poetry,Your communistic poetryThat you a rebel,That you a revolutionary,That you a hardcore communist,A Red on the side,side of Marx, Lenin, StalinAnd MaoYou a communist party member,A central committee member,A Marxist, a Leninist, a Stalinist,A MaoistNeruda,Pablo Neruda.

ConversationWith Ram-RamJust as a courtesy,Bhai, aap kaisei hain? ,Brother, how are you? ,But now-a-days say they notRam-Ram bhai, Jai RamjiBut for doing politicsJai Sri Ram.Prem se boliyeRaja Ramchandra ki jai,Bajarangbali ki jai,Say with loveGlory be to Lord Rama,To Hanuman god!

He will try his utmost level best to getSome candidates registered on his poetryThrough some novice teacher of the facultyAs he cannot do it himself directlyAnd side by side he will try to oblige othersBy recommending them,I mean the small poet-friendsAs for M.Phil. thesesAnd the subjects of research and study.The simple-simple teachers of the institutionWill…

And the rumour as an euphoria gripping all,Coming from far and wide,Spreading like some wildfireAnd engulfing it allThat Lord Ganesha sipping milk,An Indian god,As was broadcast,Sipping milk in the temples,Offered by the devotees directlyAs milk is lessening,Where all that gone instantly,The devotees wondering simply?Crowds gathered on, people talked ofThe miraculous and astounding taking of the…

How the times,The times have changed,The situations and circumstancesOf lifeAnd I also myself a wayfarerHalting at the crossroadsTo take toDiverting and digressingAnd bifurcating fromAnd as thus goes the unknown way of life!

Le me finish, let finish,One kept saying, another kept sayingBut who would,Who would have his say first?The debate took the shape of a quarrelAs both of them competed with as for the first sayAnd it was a disputed matter of courseBut thank God, somebody as the third person was thereTo come in between to compromiseAnd…

The migrant workersTaking the journey back homeOn foot,A long way to goWithout money and livelihood?Is this the India we intended to build,Did we get independence for all that?Are they menAnd for what are they there stranding?Going on the path of life just likeThe caravans of refugees,Just like the nomads, the nomadic peopleAnd the gypsies going,The…