Where do the railway tracks of life go to,
Can you say,
How long the tracks stretching to?
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Kabhi-kabhi sochataa hun
Eka din main kahan chalaa jayunga?
Sometimes think I
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Frankly speaking, when I read them,
I could not them,
Their slanting references
To home, exile, nativity, roots,
...
Once I read about them
In a news column
Some girls from Kerala
Gone missing
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How did they eliminate them
The Kashmiri pandits
From their homeland,
Driving them away from the valley,
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Mother,
My mother
Cried I
On seeing her not,
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I saw the small Malyali girls
Going to school
With bags,
Passing through coconut glades,
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The humanist not,
The post-humanist
The thing of my concern,
As for what he thinks of
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Summer is coming,
I shall take
Ripe mangoes,
Ripe jack fruit,
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We could not feel it
The agony, pain and suffering
Of single moms
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