A half-naked fakir with a lathi
Striding alone
In dhoti and shawl.
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Is it your love of Nature
And so furious?Is it the innocence stateFelt within?
The rock-built temples standing as a witness to time,
But they are still erect and un-corroded,But we know it not,Who made them,Ho much time did it take in making,Who had been the architects and sculptors?The rock-built, I just see themAnd think about their making,The plan of work and construction,The material it is made of?O stupendous, stupendous,Stupendous are those rock-built, cliff-hewn temples,How did they drill…
Kaun banega crorepati,
Kyonki main janata hunMain kabhi bhi jo ban nahi shakunga,Lucky draw mere liyei nahi.Who will be a millionaire,I have not to be, brotherAs because I know itI shall not be able to be,Lucky draw is not for me.
Post-colonial,
Ethnic,But full of myths and motifs,African,Black poetry,The poetry of the dark Continent,Of Dark Africa,African poetry.
Absurd Drama
Why are weAnd for what?What are we waiting for,Who is it to turn up?The Theatre of SilenceWhere the artistesRehearsingBehind the curtain?Why the theatre silentWithout people,Without shows,The gallery fallen silent?ChandramukhiClutching starsInto her hand,Where is she going?Where the belleWith jasmines into her hair,Beaming with and going?Sparkling,Sparkling and going,Glistening and glowing to pass out of sight.