When I see someone long suffering
Sinking in front of my eyes
I weep not for the dying
Nor for the ones to be left behind
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The day lay scattered on the cold marble floor
Like colorful beads escaping
From a torn rosary string...
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Translation of a poem by The Last Mughal Bahadur Shah Zafar
My heart finds no solace
In this barren garden
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Meet me
Before He
Snuffs out the Sun
Dries up the sea
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A STANZA ON SILENCE...
Today, I am going to write to my heart's content
A poem that was not meant to be written ever
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वसुधैव कुटुम्बकम्
O mankind! revere your Guardian-Lord Who created you from a single person created of like nature his mate and from them twain scattered (like seeds) countless men and women (Holy Quran)
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I knock at my door
No answer
Perhaps, it is not my home...
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Sorry Professor Makhanlal, just had one of those...
The conceited crackle
Between my gentle teeth
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