Poets are coming
And on finding them approaching,
Let me run away
Taking my father's name
...
You are yourself a red rose
Then why to give to you
A red rose?
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Burquawalli, couldn't you recognize me,
I am your same lover,
Cast a cursory glance over me?
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I do quawwalli very privately and personally
Before a very selected audience of my own,
Dressed in a lungi and a ganjee
Very privately before my little ones
...
After having taken wine,
liquor to full
as drunkards,
half-drunk or full,
...
I want to,
Want to kiss you,
Hey, what are you saying,
Replied she,
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Muslim girl, live you in America,
But turn you it not
Into a state fanatical,
Sectarian and theocratic
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The poets think that the world
Is theirs,
Which but how can it be?
The world is also of the technocrats and engineers,
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I see the photos of the girls
From Bulgaria, Romania, Ukraine, Belgium,
Denmark, Germany, Serbia,
But ail to pick anyone
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I have many a promise to meet with
Before I go away,
Before I pass out of sight
I have many a promise to meet with.
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