With you,

Writing artistically,Art for art’s sake.Just paint the portraits,Pencil and silhouette,Draw and sketch,Line and draw.Art for art’s sake,Not didacticism,But art, pure art,Its aesthetic sense and beauty.

Contemporary Indian poetryWhose base is inThe exchange of mutual admiration?I calling you great,You calling me greatAnd we are all the great men of India,But greatness is not in the ego of the personality,It is in being polite and mannered,It is in simplicity,It is in goodness and nobility,It is in innocence and ignorance,Who knows what unassesed…

Or will be thrown away?Who will be the curator of the museum?

Young man not, old man,Old man not, young man,Salman Rushdie,Rushdie not,Salim Sinai,Salim Sinai not,Salman Rushdie,Rushdie as a young man,Young man not,Rushdie as an old man.

The talks of your love,The moon-blenched earth,The orbs glistening.Who is the girl standing afar?I remember you, my loveEven though you are far from me.

Thought ofGiving,GivingYour thought,Mind and ideaIn thinking about,About the doctors and medical staffFighting, struggling to treatThe corona influxIn ItalianAnd Spanish hospitalsDying,Suffering,Giving treatmentTo the much neededIn the times of stress and strainUnder the troubled timesOf sufferingBearing it allIn the lack of resourcesAnd patients aplenty?