Long Gujarati Poems

Oh! Black Americans,  
Africa is your motherland 
And most Africans love you 
Not because you are called African Americans 
And lost your African mother tongues
And cultures. 
Being called Americans while speaking 
African dialects , suit...

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With her pet toy in hand and playing,
In mother’s lap, a strange smile lurking,
To her lullaby whilst listening, 
Eyes on Ma, at last succumbs to sleep,
Here’s happiness for me sound asleep.

Their heavy school bags left...

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They say
?There are a million ways?
To say I love you

In this day and age?
I could only find
?In my computer’s brain?
The words 
to say I love you?
In 53 languages 
of the 10,000 languages
?Spoken on this planet

Someday...

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Krishna grew up in Gokul town with foster parents. He was not only the darling of his parents who pampered him, but the whole township, caught in his charms, loved him. He won the hearts...

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Me, home and loneliness, no more no less,
Ah, oh, utter darkness, no more nor less.

In birth, life, death, equity rules the same,
Suffering there’s endless, no more nor less.

A few saline tears flow caused by sore...

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Every New  year dream fresh Dreams
         renew your life, turn your life
         another...Remember keeping Dreaming
   ...

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Come if you can one monsoon eve,
All wet in rain one monsoon eve.

Make boats— letters we failed to write,
Let them float, feign this monsoon eve.

Borrow fragrance from monsoon clay,
Why waste in vain this monsoon eve.

And...

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Buzz, Buzz
catch the fuzz,
it's all a big fus this buzz,
heros of literature use good buzz words,
knock buzz, it's all a fuzz
it's time for all this fus,
quarrel tantra mantra anger song literature anger jam,
superherores knock before...

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In time’s vast flow in forward gears,
What use these fears for a few years?

Life has given more than enough,
Why cough over missing stuff?

Every day dawns with enough light,
Why dwell on last night’s darkling blight?

Enough joyous...

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Hither all her desires, thither my fires,
Balancing both, burden became my life.

In hope of love I walked with wilderness,
Breathe in, breathe out, mundane became my life.

For an excuse to smile, I just shed tears,
Crematorium’s cauldron...

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Can help you to meet you, 
        what else can poems do?
Make your thoughts shine like dew, 
        what else can...

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When I was He was not,
With He there I am not,
Narrow goes the love street,
For two space there is not.

O keep light loads on I —
Loads scarce can ye carry,
Lighten thy ego’s load —
And lighter...

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Venom resumes X 3
Suryas out of his basket indeed,
Even good boys are naughty, Sajni,
elevation creatonism,
mantra stance style,
the sun moons life,
he locks his eyes for an eternal rain dance,
chaos enveloped in tears from the sun,
cosmic comic...

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I once wished your praises to pen
O in our exclusive love den,
But most of such dreams—nine of ten,
Oh, buried were ere they began.

Poems are now bereft of words,
Our den, nestled by no more birds,
Before blossoming...

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Old breath no life has tolerated,
Strange, most change finds itself deserted.

Odd, this friendship I’ve cultivated,
By fighting with self fosters ahead.

It sounds so weird, my steadfast head
By ceaseless changes has been so made.

The coolness by scorching...

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If biscuit dipped in curry’s what he likes,
What use needless flurry on what he likes? 
O be not so narrow-minded a man,
At least east-west marry in what he likes.
Let them say, ne’er the twain shall...

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Those that praise my pen too far and quick,
Innocent but perhaps make me weak. 

Those that scraps and crumbs about me keep, 
Slights and snubs of theirs do make me sick.

Journey’s end— end of all...

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If desert-lands of remorse can be crossed ahead, enough,
Cage deemed as open sky, if my wings can be spread, enough.
      Yon, when the winking sky is found willing to welcome...

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Take to arms, who will come ye to save?
What hope from face-less faces ye have?
Never plead, nor for them ever rave,
From shameless what succour can ye crave?
Take to arms, none will come ye to save....

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He thinks post nor prior, poor man’s married,
He looks but sees no more, poor man’s married.

Late from office and empty-handed still,
Now catches up with chore, poor man’s married.

Get up when told gets up, sits when...

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Hard put as Homo Sapiens to prove,
Far off left have we oh, home of love.
Lose virtue, watch in vain Sita’s woes,
Jatayu long dead, scarce can we move. 
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Translation |05.09.2024| history, women, world
Poet’s note: This is...

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A book of verses underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread—and thou
Beside me singing in the wilderness—
Oh, wilderness were paradise enow.

(Omar Khayyam’s (1048-1131 CE) well-known quatrain (Rubai). Its translation was done by...

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Dunk in dyes, tainted, nor tinted,
In world, not by its ways weathered;

Come, put a patch of love ‘pon me
That we get not ever severed;
 
Death, only your shelter is such, 
Op-eyed can one sleep undeterred;

Roads...

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Captive truth in pages stay confined,
History no kind be to mankind.
In vain Draupadis cry,
We all watch will-less dry,
Why just Dhritarashtra?
Proud, what we call rashtra, 
Perhaps all of the world has turned blind.
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Translation |04.09.2024| history, women,...

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Right in front should evil dare, no words still,
Even if beyond you bear, no words still.

In market square a girl is tormented,
You can’t bear her bosom bare, no words still.

In public space two bawdy bullies...

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