I add more to my bouquet of poems:
The boy
The boy loved that tree,
Tall and stately,
Raising its head
Above all others.
The boy went to it
and hugged it Everyday.
The boy loved the towers
And charted out the whole
Countryside in his mind.
This one is on the Ganga,
That one on the Chhatnag road,
That must be the Jamuna Bridge.
The boy was happy when he
could see his tree and tower.
What a simple life to come to.
Just a tree to make you happy.
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I looked for a flower
I looked for a flower
And found a plethora of them
I looked for a sea
And found an ocean
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The Monastery
The wheels turned and the chants grew deeper
I love this place more than death
The chants and the deep silence
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The rose inside me turned red
Only yesterday it was white, blue and yellow
Lord, why do you find me so beautiful?
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The Fakir Ma and the begger boy
She sings strumming on her ektara
The boy leads her along,
a penny or two in his outstretched hand
She sings in her lilting voice
She sings to her Beloved God
Rousing the whole world from its melancholy.
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When I turn fakir
Singing from door to door
Perhaps you will know me
By a song I sang long before.
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The boy
The boy loved that tree,
Tall and stately,
Raising its head
Above all others.
The boy went to it
and hugged it Everyday.
The boy loved the towers
And charted out the whole
Countryside in his mind.
This one is on the Ganga,
That one on the Chhatnag road,
That must be the Jamuna Bridge.
The boy was happy when he
could see his tree and tower.
What a simple life to come to.
Just a tree to make you happy.
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I looked for a flower
I looked for a flower
And found a plethora of them
I looked for a sea
And found an ocean
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The Monastery
The wheels turned and the chants grew deeper
I love this place more than death
The chants and the deep silence
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The rose inside me turned red
Only yesterday it was white, blue and yellow
Lord, why do you find me so beautiful?
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The Fakir Ma and the begger boy
She sings strumming on her ektara
The boy leads her along,
a penny or two in his outstretched hand
She sings in her lilting voice
She sings to her Beloved God
Rousing the whole world from its melancholy.
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When I turn fakir
Singing from door to door
Perhaps you will know me
By a song I sang long before.
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