His father had not been an Englishman,
But he is calling himself,
Giving the pose of,
An Indian English poet not,
...
Winter Poems by Daruwalla are not about winter,
The harsh and bleak winter
Coming with the shroud
Of mist and fog,
...
She is also the daughter of some loving father,
Do not call her a whore,
A daughter like that of mine,
A daughter like that of yours.
...
A portrait of a lady,
A hi-profile girl
Looking grave-grave and laden,
Proud and elegant.
...
Shashi Tharror, your novels not,
But your past records,
The trails of your life
Leave us not,
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VI
Oft, I see red China roses bloom
And fall down darkly,
I know not when they depart from this world.
...
Chand-shaa Chehra (Moon-like Face)
Wo chand-sha chehra,
Wo muskura gajab kaa.
...
I
I love Thee, I love Thee,
O Thou my Maker!
It is Thou who hast made me.
...
O old man, looking grave and smart,
smart and handsome,
o, meeting you strangely
At the city square,
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The whole world is a criminal and they are good,
Righteous and virtuous enough,
The police, pleaders and judges,
The whole world is a criminal
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