In The Theatre of Silence
In the theatre of silence
I rehearsing the absurd drama of
Nothingness.
Portia, Was She The First Feminist?
Portia, was she the first feminist
Pleading the case of Antonio
In black robes?
The Bride
Seated on a bullock-cart,
The teenage bride is going
To her in-laws' house in tears
Dried upon the cheeks.
Summer
Even in the blazing heat of summer,
Jaruls, gulmohars, amaltas
Can be seen blooming,
Belis and champas.
Terracotta Temples of Chandrakona
How beautiful are the temples
Made from lime clay
And small bricks,
Small-small, old-old
Telling of an age gone by,
The yore and its heyday!
Statues of Radha & Krishna
Statues of Radha and Krishna
Cast in gold,
Rarer and antique,
How will you take to
If you find them while excavating
The historical site,
The fallen debris of temples,
Architectural ruins!
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