This looters brigade,
The rowdy and unruly elements
And anti-socials
Always in hunt for something,
To make out from this
Vandalism,
The chaos and crisis,
The pandemonium and hullabaloo,
The rogues and thieves.
To protest is not to politicize it,
Improvise the situation
To be benefitted from,
To give it a political colour,
To protest is not to break,
Loot and to be thugs,
Destroy business,
Now say you,
When will this looters’ brigade
Come to a stop,
When will these vandalizers?
The petals wet withAnd redolent smelling sweetly.So dazzling in hue, so fascinating in loveliness,Catching fancy and imagination, dream and vision,So charming and full of flair,So dreamy and lovley.
The theme of guiltAnd overcoming of grief.
O, my Daddy!Daddy,Daddy,I love you,Love you, Daddy!
The same Old TimeWith the old watch going,The Time Man.
The statues in sculptures and artifacts,Art-models and the inspiration behind the source of reckoning,Dating back toAn age, era gone by,To the days of yore and antiquityTo look back in wonder.Shiva statues, art-models into the museums,Beaming with,Radiating from,The curators viewing in astonishment,Nataraja Shiva,Shiva as a nata, a dancer,The Lord, King of the dancers.A yogi, a fakira,…
And then tell me,How your tryst with the Divine,The Mother Divine,I mean Kali?You go in to seeAnd tell me,how She is,Who She is,She is Mother Divine,Mother Divine, Kali, Naren! ,Said the Great Master.
