Amar-Prem/ Michael Jackson/ Poor India's Poor Daughters/ Indian Summer Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Amar-prem

Immortal love,
How the flame of it
Burning me?

Amar-prem,
How the worshipper of it
In the Temple of Heart?

Michael Jackson

The dance master
In the style and pose of his own
Breaking the body at the beats of music
And the pace of rhythm so full of thrill and rejuvenation.

Poor India's Poor Daughters

Poor India's
Poor daughters
Going to school.

Indian Summer

Indian summer,
The parched earth
And the sun-burnt hamlets
With small mud houses
And smoking hearths
So full of humidity
Bearing the brunt of heat.