CRISIS WHICH EXFOLIATES
The Kabadiwala still harks tamingly, the
call of his daily income. The lanes, the avenues, the 'galis' are still a covering
for a pure romance where two souls feel their
physical warmth. The dubiousness still gives
rise to the unmarked, unnamed, unmixed geniuses;
Even they stand by.
The fall of sunset no more adds passion to
"Lukochuri", " Kumir Danga" games -
Its forms are a normal practice in today's glamour life cocktails.
The Kabadiwala has turned old today,
His voice has no more of that gest.
The avenues, the 'galis' and lanes are all the more perplexed
having been hurt severely by the genus of betraying love.
The grown up human is now winnowing his virgin thoughts......
ENSLAVED
Thyself is thine begining
Thyself thy conclude
Light that hast installed a shadow of reflection - hast thou been
Sorrows and Urges hast thou celebrated with bells
In return did thou get back to that lost Paradismal status of thine?
Had us not been thy soul'less worshipper, thy could have been the ruler of the cosmos.
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