A Drop Of Dew
A dropp of dew can enliven
the thirsty buds
can cause a new life
can create a reason.
The Mysterious Man
My mother scoffed at us for ours no fault
She had put sweets from offerings in a box
To distribute the sacred eating equally among us all:
“All should have equal favour”, she taught.
An Inclusive India
Ajnabi is registered a Christian at school
And bargains exemption of fee by half
And all miscellanies full; and sings hymns
To Jesus and celebrates Christmas.
They take shelter in the auto rickshaws
in the daylight and sit in much calm
in much commune with the police on patrol
and invite the passers-by at Laldarwaza.
I’m Slave To Myself
I’m slave to myself.
I’m slave to my desire:
My desire is boundless.
I’m slave to my fantasy:
Weave Dreams Into Act
We sleep to dream
We sleep to dreams
We wake to act
We wake to facts.