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O I Saw Witchcraft Tonight – Mirabai

O I saw witchcraft tonight in the region of Braj. A milking girl going her rounds, a pot on her head, came face to face with the Dark One. My friend, she is babbling, can no longer say “buttermilk.” – … Continue reading

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poem – the tumult

Spake the suitors, anger-shaken, like a forest tempest-torn, As Panchala’s courteous monarch came to greet a Brahman-born: ‘Shall he like the grass of jungle trample us in haughty pride, To a prating priest and Brahman wed the proud and peerless … Continue reading

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Poem – Just for a Moment, Flowers Appear

Just for a moment, flowers appear on the empty, nearly-spring tree. Just for a second, wind through the wild thicket thorns. Self inside self, You are nothing but me. Self inside self, I am only You. What we are together … Continue reading

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Poem – Jawab E Shik 

Whatever comes out of the heart is effective It has no wings but has the power of flight It has holy origins, it aims at elegance It rises from dust, but has access to the celestial world My love was … Continue reading

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Poem – Krishna Complains About His Older Brother 

O mother mine, Dau (Balram)forever teases me. you never gave birth to me, and I was bought in the market. this is what he tells me o mother mihne, Dau forever teases me. fed up of his teasing ways, I … Continue reading

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Blind Man – Rohit Singh

I saw a blind man, today. He was trembling on his way. There, standing. I started wondering. I wanted to help him as much as I can. But how much can I really help that old man?  I am using … Continue reading

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Meri Bhasa Ke Log – Kedarnath Singh 

मेरी भाषा के लोग मेरी सड़क के लोग हैं सड़क के लोग सारी दुनिया के लोग पिछली रात मैंने एक सपना देखा कि दुनिया के सारे लोग एक बस में बैठे हैं और हिंदी बोल रहे हैं फिर वह पीली-सी … Continue reading

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