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1992

Lord Krishna In 1992

Lord Krishna loved curd and butter.
I too find them irresistible --
         preserved, pasteurized, and packed better.

He promoted war that had many killed.
Promoting self will always kill
         goodness. Success is warmth blowing cold.

He pinched clothes to tease a sight.
My pinch is often gullible --
         sinking deeper than mere sight has sought.

He juggled truth, so truth may live.
For me it is a daily drill --
         transposing masks with selfish love.

Immortal words He spoke in Battle din.
Life, in words suitable --
         my poetry: resting in its Godly den.

His deeds, your deeds, my deeds -- are one.
Seeing us in all is really fun.

Poetry Is A Gravure Print

Singled incidents photographed
Then etched as a half-tone landscape --

Are like excavations with cells
Of myriad thickness, size, and shape.

Flood-gates then open. Words, like ink,
Create congestion to escape

Non-existence. Few discover
Meaning, and the rest simply gape --

Creativity doctors all
But those that express the landscape --

With the roll of time, poetry
Seeks impression as concrete shape

That links time with body odours.
Critics call it love or a rape.

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