Flush greenery did not stop
The fierce torrents of rains
Streams of tears did not stop
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I eat and drink poetry
Poetry is in my blood, my soul
It flows through my heart
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Your love has awakened
the kundalini in my groins
it is awake day and night
it does not let me sleep
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Your lips, rose petals
Smile, jasmine flowers
Your eyes, blue oceans
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After years of self exile
I go back to India to see my sister
in Tilak Nagar in New Delhi
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I sit down in a rocking chair
I try to meditate
but don't know how to start with
I think of murmuring brooks
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Overcome by pity and sorrow
agitated and tearful
thus spoke Lord Krishna:
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You wrote a poem on red chappals
thanks a million, my chappals are famous now
everybody likes my chappals
everybody's buying chappals
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we meet people everyday-strangers, acquaintances
we keep going our ways, our hearts do not meet
but when I meet him I forget his outrages
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She was my rose, my flower
she was delicate and soft
her heart was full of love
I promised her my love
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