Best Nizam Poems

Who would milk the Tigress
				
                				    wears no armour    gasmask
				pail within squat thighs
					nor bloodless forefinger and thumb

Cows wear forlorn looks 
	distressed mien 	
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From Nabob of Junagarh, of Nizam— 
Collecting tax on cotton and the kind, 
The taxing job having strained of my calm, 
I’d stayed at a quiet place, though haunted 
And scary, a lovely place no less still, 
Deserted now, it was a grand retreat— 
River...

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