The Art Of Living, The Joy Of Living/Eunuchs/Sadhu Baba, Sadhu Baba/Rajanigandha Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Art of Living, The Joy of Living

Life is an art,
Live you it
Feeling in true spirit,
Life is joy
Feel you it
To be free.

Care-free,
Stress-free.

Eunuchs

Eunuchs coming
Half-male, half-female
Manly, womanly fellows
Clapping the hands,
Beating small toy drums
And singing boyish songs,
Going to the house
Of the locality
Where a new baby has born
To make it dance
And to sit and press for
Money from the parents.


Sadhu Baba, Sadhu Baba

See, see my hand to say,
See my hand to say,
When will my rustic wife come to,
When my shepherd mistress?

Sadhu Baba, Sadhu Baba,
Only thing to know,
When will my pastoral mistress,
The goat girl, the cow girl!

Rajanigandha

You often come to
And steal the dreams away
Leaving me
Humming the songs,
Songs of love,
Rajanigandha,
You my love,
You my dream,
My imagination!