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"maharashtra" poems
I am like a baby in your bay You hum as I play the tirkit Based in your basic base I heat as your beats explode I’ll hold you as a hungry lover An angered one waiting in line I’ll suckle your filled bosoms Caress your hide in ecstasy I’ll put you in my mouth to **** My idea of a realistic performance A subtle pitch, altered frequencies Among my dozen of reigned rhythms A 15th century Persian marvel Now musing Punjab, Assam,Goa Maharashtra,Karnataka and Pashtun Amuse me in another foreign soil Trance and ****** me to an addiction
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 7:38 AM UTC
Bhangra Dhol
"You're ******* your life away Bobby," screamed Auntie Abhaya in her native tongue. Malayalam has many nuances and maybe a better translation is, "lightning currents from your privates and blast River Ganga, streaming your soul away." Dravidian poetics go as such and Auntie Abhaya seemed to have quite dramatic flare. In any case, cousin Bobby was once again, drunk. Auntie Ay, as we lovingly referred to her, in her fearless way, was having nothing of it. Worse yet, seems Bobby had funded his ****** with rupees stolen from Auntie Chhaya's purse. A storm of tears she was, in the corner of the humble hut they all resided in, in Kerala. Kerala's backwaters wash in from the Arabian Sea. Tropical delicacies abound; markets filled with fish, pineapple and coconut groves, and an array of spice that keep the main agricultural commerce of India most enticing to the rest of the world. Yet, life earnings are hard and for some hard habits easy to pick up. This was truest in Bobby's case, though he did try and try to make his family proud. As I was only a guest in this loving but burdened home, and recognizing a family crisis at hand, I and my traveling partner put forth finances lost to ensure our safe return to Mumbai north in Maharashtra and not embarrass our host family any longer. Though we had touched a Garden of Eden, the lesson of banishment was still at hand.
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC
Eat Not Of This Fruit
Marathi Muslims From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Marathi Muslim मराठी मुस्लिम Regions with significant populations • India • Pakistan • United Kingdom • Canada Languages • Marathi • Urdu • Hindi• Varhadi• Khandeshi Religion • Allah-green.svg Sunni, Shia, Shia Ismaili Related ethnic groups • Marathi people • Muhajirs • Arabs • Persians • Pakistani people• Pashtuns • Jats • Khoja • Lohanas The term Marathi Muslims is usually used to signify Marathi Muslims from the state of Maharashtra in North-western coast of India, who speak Marathi as a mother-tongue (first language) and follows certain customs different from the rest of Indian Muslims. Marathi Muslims are very prominent in industry and medium-sized businesses. Many members of this community migrated to Pakistan in 1947 and have settled in Karachi and Sindh, contributing greatly to the general welfare and economy of Pakistan. According to 2001 Indian census,[1] There were 10,270,485 Muslims in Maharashtra and constituted 10.60% of the state. Marathi Muslims belong mostly to the Sufi tradition. Visiting the tombs of Sufi saints is very important to this community. See also[edit] Islam in India External links[edit] Marathi Muslims 60% Muslims in Maharashtra live below poverty line References[edit] Jump up ^ Indian Census 2001 – Religion[permanent dead link]
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Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 2:29 AM UTC
मराठी मुस्लिम
rain deluded, crops failed at hand, mere grain-less hay what to do, what to say hopes ash-burnt, confidence frail who to blemish the Nature or the Government that has cunning put our lives on bait Lost crops, lost all hopes heart benumbed awaits the hanging rope No one hears, the chocked dumb voice, how chocked all breaths sophisticated mocks, merely rampant on strangulating penniless deaths what i furrowed on arid farm of fate Is mere awaiting pangs of death? Miss fit to live, yet drag on smiles fades, but not the frown Now, not of others', but of my own vaunts Hard to evade the soulless tongues’ taunts poem by Mukund Malve, India (State of Maharashtra)
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Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 9:52 AM UTC
The Pang
Vada-Paav, in Aamchi Mumbai, or Maharashtra entire, is definitely the most popular inexpensive dish. But according to the circumstances that prevail here at Bombay, been it should have Bhel-puri, I do wish. There are Maharashtrians, Gujjus, South Indians, Sikhs, Bongs etc. and us Parsis, though very miniscule Similarly Bhel has sev, mamra, chevda, puris, onions, potatoes, coriander, chillies, chutneys, you can add more, there is no rule Just like the ingredients of Bhel, the population mingles, mixes, blends, whatever you can call it, to be called Bombayites But but but!!! wait and watch, when they board a suburban local train, just watch their many big & small fights. To see the Bhel Puri, in this city cosmopolitan, encounter you have to the fisher folk, giving "shivya, our popular Maushi baai" In our Bhel-Puri population, there are Hindus, Muslims, Sikhs, Christians, Jews, Parsis; but in Bombay they are lovingly addressed, Bhau n Taai. Hope you liked my BHEL-PURI, please do taste and comment. Armin Dutia Motashaw
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May 13, 2022
May 13, 2022 at 12:39 AM UTC
BHEL