With the tents, poles and chairs,
came she
The artiste,
The fair girl,
...
Modern man
The hollow man,
Hollow from his within;
There's nothing in his mind,
...
Burquawalli, how lost am I,
in your love
As keep I dreaming about,
As keep I thinking about day and night
...
I am a shayar
And you my shayari,
A writer of yours,
Your love lyrics,
...
The Hindu Mahasabha may carry out
It activities,
But to attack
The peaceful minorities
...
At the Poetry Festival,
The younger participants
As Mr.Town And Miss Town,
Mr.Handsome and Miss Beautiful,
...
God, God save You,
Beautiful Ukraine
From the rebels,
Save You
...
The negatives,
The photo negatives
Of the Saudi beauties and belles,
Want I to delineate,
...
Both of them the ragged men,
The patriots,
Singing ballads
Of freedom and liberation.
...
On the Facebook, find I not the sweet and missing face
Of my sweetheart, of my love,
The queen of my heart,
When will she come,
...