As haven’t you heard,
Heard,
Dark is beautiful,
Dark is beautiful?
Kali is dark,
Dark the myths of Creation
And the universe,
Dark the myths
Muffled in mystery,
What it is dark, let it be,
Let it be dark.
Dark is beautiful,
Dark is beautiful,
Haven’t you,
Haven’t you heard,
Heard it,
Dark the myths of Creation
And the world?
What it is dark, let it be,
Let it be dark,
Dark is dark,
Dark the mystery of creation,
The myths of the world,
What it cannot be resolved,
Resolve you not!
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Suspicious ofIf somebody is seeing herAnd her conservative dadKeeping a watch overHer natural and spontaneous smiles.
I know it that I shall not be able to finish my Ph.D.
And have fallen in love withIn the libraryAnd suspending the research work, want I to be after herFor sometime more,As Ph.D. will be done later onFrom this university or that universityBut my love, the strange beloved of some strange meetingWill never,Where shall I search her,With the sketch photo of hers, where to advertise and post…
Risking his life, comes he the snake charmer
In a ganjee and a lungi or like that,Half-clothed and half-fed charmerWith the snakes into the bamboo basketsKept one over another,Hanging by the bamboo pole over his shouldersThrough ropes at the two endsContaining inWith the cobras ever ready to hiss and hood forthBlackly, white and brownish,Caught in the bushes and the anthills,Fields and fallows,The tree…
Who the manager,
The script-waiter,The dramtis personae,How the costume and dressingAnd make-up menAnd the theatres,How lighting and photography,I think I have already said it to you.
Rahul Sankrityayan,
Say you aboutLola,Lola the Mongolian scholar(Ellena Narvertovna Kozerovskaya)Met in Leningrad,In Stalin’s RussiaWhile working as Professor of Indology,BuddhismAt Leningrad Univ.,Say,Say you aboutYour sonIgor!Volga se Ganga tak,Ganga se Volga tak,Anthin yaatrayen!Volga to Ganga,Ganga to Volga,Endless travels!
A writer African,
Domiciled in EnglandAs a Black womanWriting ofRacial prejudice and discriminationAnd laying it bareThe womanly heartOf hers.
As dark is dark,
Will remain dark
Unto the last.
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In tears?How can,How can it be,Syrian, Syrian daughter?
I keep waiting for you,
The whole night has spent almost,But you still have not turned up,Rajanigandha, my love!
The Gurkhas,
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Under the starlit skies
And slowly and sadlySaw I my motherVanishing into the gloom.Sitting, wearing newAnd bathingOr rounding about,Placing on the logsAnd the fire was lit.Under the skies,She lay burningAnd they giving Hari bols,Hari bol, Hari bol, Hari bol,Bol Hari bol, Hari bol,Ram nam satya hain, yahi sabo ka gatya hain.The body burnt to ashes,The navel kept burning,The figure…
After the great pastoral drama
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Yezdi,
When will they be back toThe roads again,Yezdi, Yezdi motorcycles,My dream bikes?