The lone little mice
Locked in the cage,
A bungling fool
Or a victim of deceit,
...
Standing on the bridge
Across the Sabarmati
I have found in that river
Something more precious
...
I shall hold your hands tight
And never leave you alone,
I cannot afford to lose us both.
I had given up myself lost,
...
Our talks could wait,
Strange is the place we meet
As much as we are;
Let us know the place
...
Someone in the room smiled
There was the flash of light
Thereafter it was as before
Dark and gloomy.
...
The little dog, the street urchins play with,
Now has a rope around its slender neck.
It is the maltreatment of the worstkind,
The very sight of it made me angry.
...
My city of different noises disturbs,
The metal bench in the park on which I sit
To gather my wits, also loudly rings,
As though it is the anvil struck by a hammer.
...
Suddenly
The spout had run dry.
‘Do not shed tears
They would not wet
...
The crow
That stole a pearl,
In the dark
Of the night
...