Water my pink bougainvillea,
Fill again my swimming pool,
But waste you not a scarce bucket
Your Holi water's for the poor.
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Bureaucracy is designed
To enable
Extraordinary individuals
To deliver
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India, an idea, is the plasticine of a few
Who mould it as per leader's mind
And shout from every pulpit: it's true.
Freedom indeed it is for them, and the led blind;
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Hands smeared with colour,
I stood long at your doorstep
To colour your countenance
With a bit of myself.
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The word that is of the tongue afraid,
Confined in the pitcher it live cannot,
Make it a paper-boat, let it sail,
Without meeting the sea it die cannot.
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Anna on fast again to free India of corruption,
Netas unperturbed by his unending eruption;
We are supreme, they hoot,
Question not our right to loot,
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There is nothing more to write,
I have written all I could.
My mind refuses to think,
What is there left to brood?
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In the dark
Of India's ravaged Yoni,
Flickers a tiny flame.
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'Ye dil maangey more! ' he exulted,
After he had pounced upon and killed
The enemy raining shells and bullets
Down the cliff in cold Kargil.
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Morning's light, darker than my night,
Burns and pains me, mocks my flight;
Let the world sleep, I want not to hide,
Daylight me not, don't hurt my pride.
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