Part 1
Why did Americans go?
Why Taliban came
there?
Why Americans came
there?
Why did Soviets go?
Why Soviets came?
Note: Why? Why? Why?
Ask your dad. Ask.
That’s education.
To people who wronged,
I pardon.
Part 2
Why did you bomb?
Why did they bomb?
Why did you shoot?
Why did they shoot?
Notes: It’s just incidental. He got a free gun from the
road.
Bombing was
incidental. Bombs just slipped from his plane. They will not repeat. They have
apologized.
That night,
Like the corona beer.
A small foam fumed in my
heart.
Its not in the same
style as the king fisher beer.
Corona is different.
Just one quarter of
bottle.
Powerful than one
full.
Distilled and then filtered,
Filtered ones filtered
again.
Kept in the wine pot
for many years.
One fine day, I open
that pot.
The pot of words,
She started flowing
like a froth.
Across the seven seas.
As corona….
The wind started from the
endless air.
Flowing incessant in
the endless air.
Cuddling the turbine,
To the east,
And to the north.
Then to the south and to
the west.
In those drifts, the vibrancies you fired,
Driving my blood in
the veins,
And to the words.
All I wanted was your
happiness.
I have cursed the
people who insulted you.
What else I can do?
I can’t kill them.
You are saying, you
don’t have any pain,
In doing work for me.
But when you are in
pain,
I feel it.
I die in that pain.
You don’t understand
that pain.
Or you pretend as if
you don’t understand.
I appreciate your
madness.
To endure the pain.
It’s madness. It’s not
a disease.
But it’s madness. A
type of madness.
Publisher says, he
wanted modern.
Here is my modern
poem.
A charger with wire.
A charger without
wire.
A USB charger.
Solar charger.
One direct charger.
Three in one charger.
Two in one charger.
Enough. Enough is
enough.
No more charger.
Thank you very much.
Whether Christians
read Jesus?
Whether congress read
Gandhi?
Whether communists
read Marx?
Whether Muslims read
Nabi?
Anyone read Buddha?
Don’t worry. I too
have not read.
Anyone read Abraham
Lincon?
I stop here.
My poem is over.
Thanks for reading
this.
Listeners: “Pickle is very spicy. It’s good for a touching.”
Advisers: “We read just for advising others. That’s our
job. That’s what we are paid for.”
Blindman: “It does not look like anyone read anything.
Maybe it's because, I am blind. I can’t see anything.”
Itching caterpillar
causes itching.
It is their duty.
No, it’s their habit.
No, it’s their
property.
Whatever the case
maybe,
Itching is guaranteed.
And who are you?
Are you an itching
worm?
