Out here in the strange city,
Away from parents, wife and children,
I feel like home in the park

When. A squirrel runs to catch my offered biscuits
And I react like its father

In a state of aloofness
We experience the importance of society

That we miss
Each hour
In the day and night

Go hard and rub hard
Against selfishness

It's keeping you away
From those
Who carry pitchers of love
For your undying thirst

You love poetry or not
It's not going anywhere
It lives in the blood of man

He
Who seeks
Outer beauty
Is the one
Who has lost his inner beauty

Keep contact with broken things

To build up a single room of happiness

You will need some of them

I'm as big as your dream
As the future of your only child
As the prayer changing the course of one's life

My lap is the sea
Water flows out from my each limb

You call in me
Like a a groom to his bride
After the marriage is solemnised
Like a student to study my anatomy
Like a researcher to go deep into me

They stumble upon treasures, intact.

I'm in the pictures everywhere
I'm the meteor gleaming green in the day

I'm what makes Indians feel proud of their country