The gift of the God

The God is blind

In distribution of fortunes,

But is kind

In giving away a gift

To all alike,

Which is that no one knows

When he will die,

Which is why each one lives,

Till he dies,

With hopes kept alive.

22.10.97

For the fair deal

Your thumb and index

Only labour most

To deliver you the best.

But which finger do you adorn

With a golden ring?

Why should you, then,

Cry for fair deal from others?

22.10.97

Of beauty

Hen to cock, cow to bull, and pig to bore

Are as much a beauty as woman to man

In the arena of sex. Beauty is at naught

When bereft of lust in an individual.

01.05.97

To triumph is to succumb

Echoed Sugreeb,

‘I annihilated Bali!’.

Ecstasies from his wife,

‘I am redeemed’.

But wept his father,

‘I lost a son’.

Pledged the wise,

‘We wiped out the pest’.

Bowed the mankind,

‘We are saved best’.

But the Creator felt,

‘The nature is at its worst’.

Man triumphs nature

To succumb to Nature.

09.07.97, Agartala