Just promised falsely,
Never kept up the good wishes
Of extending help
Without doing any harm,
Just exchanged the roses,
Kissed each other passionately
And went away thereafter
To forget each other
Changing with time
Without thinking about
How to extend a helping hand.
She is a female child.
Modern poetry,Had we been not,Could we have?Say,We are modernAs for ourSuit and boots,The shirt, pants and neck tie,The mirror and cosmetics,The watch, the radio and the camera,The pen and paper,Modern facilities and conveyances,Had the newspaper, the television, the phoneBeen not,Could we have been,Had the world been not linked withRoads and bridges,Roads cut over hilly terrains,Bridges…
Where Shankara?
They even fail to recognize me,Though they know meBut behave in such a wayThat know me not.This is India, here everything is possile,Nothing not impossible,Talent and genius can be crushed,Left to die in harness,Merit panels can be alteredAnd non-empanelled can be made panelled.I do not know who is a poet, who a criticBut their politics…
Or were starving,You were,Were not even aware of all thatHappening into the forestsOf Gir,May be it a resultOf infighting,May be it the negligenceOn the part of officialsOr animal keepersWhatever may be it!
capturedin a photographtaken by the camera,your smile,smilecapturedin a photo.
