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The beggar’s slippers were new;
And the turban around his head too,
So I still kept the coin.
Strange was the woman; strange was her beggin’,
With no word, but munching nuts a mouthful.
With a child on her hip, walked the slothful.
Indeed, I liked her not, and remained like a stump.
In a rugged clothes begged a tiny temp,
With his withered hand stretching high,
From outside the bus, whining to the sky.
I wasn’t ready to toss the coin to the teddy.
On the floor moved a creepy-crawly.
Flimsy and tipsy seemed he.
Tinkered he, his lips, when there were slips,
With a dripping grin- the outcome of a gin.
He bowed; and he scrammed.
Only that he was a fraud
Was what he had proved.
Then there no more beggar for the coin…
So was it mine?
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Half kg for farmer Raju,
One for the bright man
From the second street,
One kg and two-four legs for…
Chopped the butcher, chopped he,
Meat, murmuring, and piled them
On the wooden table,
Till it equally weighted his own belly.
All waited for the meat
Packed as they asked to be.
Then came a woman,
With a country duck,
Holding its neck tightly,
That it seemed dead already.
All that looked at her and the bird.
Even did the dogs raise their heads.
‘To sell?’, asked the butcher
As he chopped and packed.
‘Nay, please cut the meat for me,
And I can pay you’ said the woman.
All looked at the duck,
With their eyes wide open.
On the table sat the duck,
Near the chopped meat,
Oft making weird sounds.
Its head was brown;
Bright yellow were the feet and bill.
Its silky body with radiant glow,
Puzzled the white chickens though.
A man stood by the table
Patted the bird gently.
Then took the bird the butcher
And slit its neck to death.
He tossed it into the basket,
And it danced and danced inside.
He took it again, skinned and chopped.
‘What is the best use for pig-skin?’
What is the use for a duck’s too?
But without the skin, it makes no difference.
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It's good to have a
A poor dad too,
Whose bosom
At night is your pillow.
It's good to have
A poor dad too,
Whose anger stays no longer
When you mew.
It's good to have
A poor dad too,
Who pretends to be
The toys you love.
It's good to have
A poor dad too,
Who likes to go with you.
It's good to have
A poor dad too,
Who loves to grow with you.
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It's a night,
Night to the heart.
It's completely dark,
Dark so desperate.
Let the darkness stay
As long as I want it to.
Close the door,
And the windows too
So that the darkness
Make me blind
Even when I want that not.
Give me the gloomy blanket
To cover myself
Not to comfort but to hide,
To hide from you.
No, eyes are dry,
I can't weep,
Nor can I sleep.
Let solitude, my dear,
Just fill this air;
Just kill me more.
Why are you still,
Standing here?
Haven't you seen
A dying heart before,
Brood and moan?
Go away; go away
To the place,
Where you can't ever
Hear me suffer.
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Aye, that way, you've chosen.
Away from me you go.
Absurdly, awaiting you I am.
My gentle young girl,
It is lonesome, the path, your choice;
And it is
As dark as my heart has become.
Too genteel and heavy is
The walk you attempt.
Very despair and numbness
It makes mine.
Do I walk?
Away
Away
From you?
You are, however, now far off
To my reach,
And me either
To your soft hands.
Days pass, ceaselessly,
As you've gone
From me
And I from you.
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Accompany not; let me mourn.
Till it is a fine morn,
I want but to be alone.
It’s not for your sour scorn
That I deeply mourn,
But for, away, you are to be gone.
Stop, my girl, all your whine,
And get your heart be calm down.
It is your love that turns slow;
And my face goes below.
Only tears come to my aid
Since none is to hide.
Touch me not by your hands;
Touch me but by your wants.
It’s you, who matters me high,
Aye, keep me beneath your eye,
‘Tis all that I pray.
And if you think of me not to pry,
Just, just let me die.
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Oh Saviour, my Saviour, darkness is all.
You've, bearing my cross, gone,
Leaving me behind;
And I am alone.
Love, blinking inside me deep,
Guides me all through the way
I seek your feet
That I've never touched.
Oh dear, my dear, the Light is my destiny.
The love you've shown me is my lamp.
I walk and walk
Till I reach your hand.
Oh love, my love, you too have gone away,
Yeah, I'm miserable;
I'm miserable.
Oh darkness, deep darkness!
Are you eternal?
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Darkness Is All
Oh Saviour, my Saviour, darkness is all.
You've, bearing my cross, gone,
Leaving me behind;
And I am alone.
Love, blinking inside me deep,
Guides me all through the way
I seek your feet
That I've never touched.
Oh dear, my dear, the Light is my destiny.
The love you've shown me is my lamp.
I walk and walk
Till I reach your hand.
Oh love, my love, you too have gone away,
Yeah, I'm miserable;
I'm miserable.
Oh darkness, deep darkness!
Are you eternal?
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