With the gypsies I too want to be, with the gypsies want I, want I not to be here, my mind, my mind goes, goes up with them, with them, the gypsies, the gypsies going, living under the tents, bivouacs and under the canopy of the open skies, feeling the warmth and bonding of Nature, in the close contact of viewing the world closely.

As Indian EnglishAnd if it is, say you,Where is it spoken,Whose mother tongue is it,Who an EnglishmanIn IndiaAnd even if one isWill turn dark-skinnedAfter living over the yearsIn utter disgustFacing heat and dust,Will have to resort toVyom Bhole ShankarAfger smoking ion ganjaFrom chilumLike the mendicant?

Means drama underThe open spaceFor staging outdoor playsNukkad natak,Street shows, theatrical performancesBy the showman, the pantomime artistOf one sort or anotherGenerally, leftists, socialistsStage it street plays,The people communistic,Marxistic, Leninistic, StalinisticThe street play with a purpose,A concern social, societalOr economic or ideologicalOr of a political stand.

Love, love,Say, say you,You.What, what did you?Say it again, darling?I,Say, say you again,Repeat, repeat itWithout any hitch.Hearing it, then said she,Listen to me,I, I,Love, love,You, you.

Imitative and derivativeBy nature,Often found to be boastfulFull of self-praise and mutual admiration.

Kya yahi hai unki insaniyat?Coming from across the bordersThey come here do wreak havoc here,Is this their humanity?

Trying to grapple with love and its sadnessWiping the tears all but myselfFeeling for and writing,Putting the unputdownable on paperAnd the tear drops sometimes making the paper wet withTears fallen ontoIn somebody’s memoryWhom love I so muchBut cannot expressOr have lostWhoever be he or she,But with whom to share the feelingsAs see I no friend…