Uncle, whose inventive brains
kept evolving aeroplanes,
fell from an enormous height
upon my garden lawn last night.
Flying is a fatal sport,
uncle wrecked the tennis court.
times when unbroken
gloom is over all our world
over which still
sits the ever brilliant moon
sight of it casts me down more
ever since
i've bought the umbrella,
it hasn't rained;
the day it rains -
i apprehend -
it would be left behind at home.
He tried to spit out the truth;
Dry-mouthed at first,
He drooled and slobbered in the end;
Truth dribbling his chin.
Apparently they want your body parts. They frisk you for
Your handset, earbud, bluetooth, cellphone, iPad, thumb drive, memory stick
And laptop. You won't need any of it soon. Give them
The finger too.
ત્રાડ પડી કે ઊભો રે‘જે !
ગીરના કુત્તા ઊભો રે‘જે !
કાયર દુત્તા ઊભો રે‘જે !
પેટભરા ! તું ઊભો રે‘જે !
ભૂખમરા ! તું ઊભો રે‘જે !
ચોર-લૂંટારા ઊતો રે‘જે !
ગા-ગોઝારા ઊભો રે‘જે !
Do what is good, and humanity's godlike plant thou wilt nourish;
Plan what is fair, and thou'lt strew seeds of the godlike around.
I've begun to walk with a stoop. The weight of the world on my shoulders? No, not at all. It's the tunnels. Everywhere I go - out to the garage to find a tool, into a supermarket to buy some food - there's a tunnel to pass through & one that's never quite large enough for me to stand fully upright in. Who puts them there, always directly in my path, no matter what (even anticipating a sudden deviation on my part) & why? Out of simple spite? To teach me humility? I'll probably never know.
Ved Spøg gleed Vintren hen i muntert Lag,
Kun Snillet man til Tempelpræst udkaarer.
Du bragte Skovens Grønt paa Maiens Dag,
Og lærte: der er ogsaa Fryd i Taarer
tum se berangi e hasti ka gila karana tha
dil pe anbar hai Khungashta tamanaon ka
aj TuTe hue taron ka Khayal aya hai
ek mela hai pareshan si umidon ka lt
