What do they worship,
How do they in their temples?
Their way of worshipping
And kissing,
The peacock symbol
Over the wall,
The lamp burning inside
Tell many a thing.
The sun-worshippers
The Yezidis bow their head before
The temples gates,
Enter into,
Light the lamps,
Take the blessings from.
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Many,
Wanted,Wanted I to say,I love you,Love you,Many a day,Many a dayHave I,Have I wanted,Wanted to sayI love you,Love you!
Man is a puppet into the hands of Destiny
Man a puppet into the hands of Destiny,So helpless and hopeless.
Ogden Nash
Funny and punning,Rhyming and complimenting.A word coinerBreaking and joining,Dovetailing,Always playing and punning with words.A poet frivolousLight and nonsensicalPlayingAnd flirting with poesy and rhymes.
Wearing the white caps,
The lanes and by-lanesOf towns and streets,Making a mockery of,Camping and lecturing together withWithout differentiating anything,They all wanting to be leaders,I mean the common men,With a hidden agenda and strategy of ownAs for to come to the fore.A govt. of the people, by the people, for the people,The ideal looks good,But will they be able…
In how many boats how many times? ,
Drifted toIn search,Search of light,Light dazzlingHas he turned,Turned to lightShaky and tremblingAs faith is?Into how many boats how many times? ,Has he drifted to,Drifted far,Coming closer,Going far to,Crossing over,Seeing the people ofDifferent cults, climes and sectsAnd costumesBut with the same mind,Same heart?But the difference lay itIn the way of thinking,MaterialismAnd materialistic valuesEngaging the mindscape,Keeping engaged…
Spend a bit and get intoxicated too much,
And without taking it, you cannot play the roleOf a hero,I mean an Indian heroFirst class wine not, not even second class,But third class daru forThe third class men,Who taking and lying fallen on the roads,Asleep, not withinAnd after coming to sense, talking with the stray dogsIn capersAnd they hearing himWith the wagging of a…
The fire-worshippers,
Temple-kissers,
The peacock sign adorers
Of Iraq,
The Yezidis?
Who the sun worshippers,
Lamp burners?
With belief in Lalish
They still struggling to survive,
Live up
Nearing the brunt in Sinjar
And living as refugees.
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Saheb,
Jo apne ko saheb samajhta haiWahi saheb hai.Kaun kiska saheb,Sabhi apne aap mei saheb hain.Unko, saheb kisne banaya hai?Humne.Officer,Who is not an officer?Who thinks himself an officerIs an officer.Who is whose officer,All the officers in themselves.Who has made him an officer?We have.
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There on the river bed of
Isaw my eldest brotherBurning on the funeral pyre.The logs kept it burning,Turned to coal and ashesAnd the body disfigured itAll into nothingness.
We do not know them,
To kings and queens,Who are actually thoseWho made the rock-built templesAnd marbled palaces?
Ramkrishna Paramhamsa
Asking to see the Mother KaliAnd to say.
The midnight is lonely
Ma Tara, Tara,Who the fellow is, the man?O, who is the man, the man,Calling, Mother, Mother,At the dead of the night?O, you are listening to,Listening to,Get up, get upAnd listen to,Who the man, man callingMother, Mother Tara?Bama KhepaMother Tara.