Some twelve inches below my lips The Human of my Person lives. It melts for strangers with meaningless smile. And indifferent to most other kind. Beware, O Stranger! Rudely crossing it. I have no gun, but I can spit. (Inspired by a poem "I have not gun but I can spit" by W H Auden).
In the classroom, I glance at the blackboard It inspires; and murmurs What is already known. In the classroom; Inspired! I gaze outside the window. And wonder, What may be unknown.
A tiny dew drop Caging in itself a sunlight. A sunlight that swallows. A cold tiny dew drop Lost. O sunlight! Do you feel possessed? Do you feel bit cold? Sunlight of your love Shone and swallowed My heart, my dew drop. My Love! Do you feel possessed? Do you feel bit cold?
I am a moist cloud. No corner of this infinite sky, could ever be mine. Born yesterday, today I died. That’s all of my history. That’s all to my life. This poem is greatly inspired by a poem by Ms. Mahadevi Verma.