Now for publicity
They poetizing her.
Saying it
Alauddin was attracted towards
And she committed Jauhar
As for to safeguard her honour.
Maybe it a Rajputi tale,
A hard-hearted Kshatriya
Twirling the moustache
And with the sword
Readying to fight.
Yes, it would be difficult
To marry a Kshatriya girl
As the Rajputs were very battlesome
Of a mixed, outsiderish origin.
Beating of the pulseWith the supply of air,Life air.
Inducted into the body corpusOf poetry,A poet of the dark journey of oblivion,Shadowy presence,The ships sailing not with the cargoesOn board,But souls and spirits boardedPlunging into the dark watersOf the oceanGoing to an unknown destinationA poet casual and eventual,He has taken to poetryCasually, nay seriouslyAnd his poetry appear as versesIn loose sheets,Scribbled offhandedlyAs loose overflows…
In this age ofMedia glitz, gala and glamour,where will ego and personality?
Population explosion,Social inequality, economic disparity,Gender bias, hypocrisy,Patriarchy, social taboos,Illiteracy, ignorance and superstition,Food problem, housing problem,Cloth problem, hunger,Moral depravity, perverse mentality,Violation of human rights,Domestic violence,Throttling of womanly rights and liberties,Class and creed war,Intra-rivalry and feud,Tyranny and oppression and suppressionOf commonly peopleWith the fanatics drawing daggersIn bad blood.
Knows it,My pain,PainOnly God,God knows itAnd how,How much pained am I,Am I at heart,You do not,Do not knowNor,Nor did you care,Care to know about!
Write it,Write it,Eklavya,Eklavya,None,None but Eklavya,Eklavya writing itThe poetry of heart,How did he,Did he receive the teacher,Guru Drona,The teacherOf the princes,Not the tribals,Foresters and woodsmen!Eklavya’s poetry,Let Eklavya write it,Eklavya,None but Eklavya!
