The cheetah, Indian cheetahs
I think about,
The speckled animal,
Spotted and freckled
...
When as a child, I used to see and mark
The kite
Flying high and high
And circling over
...
During the spring, they used to come
And I used to find them
Sitting over
The hills and the crags,
...
They, I mean, the research scholar and the college teacher
Go to meet him
Under the pretext of writing the dissertation
And meeting him not,
...
The poet knocks at the door of the mind,
Thought and idea, knowledge and wisdom
To reach the heart of the matter
And to realize.
...
Rajanigandha, will you be my love?
I see you from far and keep dreaming about,
How fair and fine are you,
How fresh and milky white,
...
You call me Kamala Das
As write I like her,
I am Kamala Das,
The Kamala of today,
...
Jayanta Mahapatra's Door of Paper,
A book of essays and memoirs,
Contains in the original thinking and reflection
Of Jayanta
...
The desire to kiss a Burquawalli,
A girl in the burqua,
Under the veil,
The desire,
...
A professor from Allahabad said,
You cannot be a Ph.D. expert,
Called for the viva voce exam.
...