A poet-rascal-clown was born,The frightened child who would not eatOr sleep, a boy of meager bone.He never learned to fly a kite,His borrowed top refused to spin. I went to…

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—     While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came…

Hum hain iske malik, Hindostan hamara.Pak watan hai qaum ka, jannat se bhi pyara…Ye hai hamari milkiyat, Hindostan hamara.Iski ruhaniyat se roshan hai jag sara… We are its owner, Hindustan…

Part 1 Eagles cartwheeled above illuminationsOf Independence Day, the dogs sniffed atThe electric bulbs which sizzled like fatThe tall grass the monsoons left on the mountainsWas aflame like corn in…

Part 1 Movement, sure. Millions movingFrom that side to this side,From this side to that side, and back again sometimes,Across the thoughtful movementWherein stood those who were undecided, and suspect,Like…