The Dark Daughter
The dark daughter, dark not, but beautiful,
Call her not dark,
As she dark not, my dark daughter,
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In a very sweet and sonorous voice, sing you, say you,
Said she the girl in a golden and nasal sound of her own,
Do you love me? Do you love me?
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A dance is a poem
Gestured through
The body language
And its signs and symbols,
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A Dalit woman
I was born
In a hamlet
Made from bamboo and mud walls
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T.S.Eliot like the English pundit
Chanting the shantih mantras
And sprinkling water with a mango leaf
From his water pot over the heads
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Chand she chandni,
Labon she hanshi,
Jigar she jo chahat,
Muhabbat she betaabi jo
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Is a joint volume which has appeared from Oxford Univ. Press in 1991,
Accelerating the study of Daruwalla and his poetry,
The first starts with Boat-ride along the Ganga
Followed by Nightscape, Dawn, Bell-tower,
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The madman going.
Have you felt his life?
How mad is he?
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When I see the areas bombed,
Shelled, fired upon,
Buildings fallen or shattered,
Loss of lives and casualties
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Flowers of love,
Dream flowers of love,
You see them with
Sympathy and affection.
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