Police and poetry - By Shri Ashok Chakradhar | Rakshit Pandit's Blog
Someone hit the door in the morning - the morning I shouted; "Brother, my" bell's sparring Do not Push the button "Then the guards opened the door to our minds was the devastation early morning - saw a khaki uniform looked so cold
I asked; "How thursday?" He said; "You've seen. So every day you'll see your duwaare "terrible india s food dark clouded by listening to the skull sweat, I have come; "What? That day would come to me in a false case Fsayenge
He said; "No - no, before you sweat Asoke Pochiye I do not think so, Kartar Singh, a police sergeant, but basically I am an artist, please show me the right way I want to be your disciple, teach me to write poetry
He pupil Take the case then I will tell you in writing just show Jmaunga I thought you were coming at you from the case, making sure his disciple, I anyway, I do not said "Well, the first show was good writing will make the pupil would otherwise excuse"
He said; "Just write? Just given, "I said; "Is not she write her first I will explain the topic; "What's the matter? 'I said; "The evening sun is sinking behind the mountains Birds are chirping frog are Trra sun is sinking behind the mountains
He said; "Good evening I'm going to get back again tomorrow, I thought 'there's no such verse - not the same thing, india s food but he threatened to come again the next day in another paper rod in one hand brighten shouted "Hello sir and no longer give a little pat evening of poetry and melancholy man
As the hour police station yellow - yellow sun slowly Sitabi SP-law's face was pink was a bit of a pickpocket red skull has been living Fodi passing Hthkdion Wonderful Birds such as Chchaan Trraton paddock boots and a Crmraa sun day in the uniform of a soldier - in broad daylight in front of everyone living mountains behind the smugglers fled the darkness was like what the evening had been destroyed and the pockets of thieves such a soldier be depressed at the law to get pomace get frustrated That was what the evening had been destroyed
So saying I did it again the other day I asked if she Trkaya But sir; "What happened KARTAR?" He said; "I asked Guru was fantastic; "What happened?" Uttered; "I asked a man has been murdered, what happened? He said; "God's grace" was fantastic, I did not say why she was murdered but who are trying to kill him luck in your new poetry became the guru says
A copy of the photographer'll go tomorrow to cut the corpse had prepared a panchnama in the frame, then ignite the fingerprint came a little india s food late, we Morg zombies thrown in together, we all see eye to eye a chance by saving on the bench at the him, sitting witnessed bench further have backyard poetry
So sir, when was the last time he came back and was so sad - sad, languid - faint I asked; "What happened KARTAR?" Uttered; "Home is written at this time" home "is written at this time," title "all the time"
Every time the house - the owner is not afraid of the police every time does not wait dietary habits india s food every time restraints uniform washed and polished shoes every time restraints but Offton Murjaye does not shine on the faces of the spine - every time it goes to the Bell House Munia slate remains cries every time the leaves of Champa dhoti
Munia slate every time you have left to cry .. each time .. every time you have left me each time I called dhoti of Champa; "Wow, Kartar, this time to congratulate the poem and now I really Tune's mentor and protege forget where you step, bring to want to touch
And this is true KARTAR india s food my best friend, my love that poem is a sport in which humanity is not suffering the pain of humanity is fashioned dirt is not anything she could not poetry is not poetry is not poetry is
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Someone hit the door in the morning - the morning I shouted; "Brother, my" bell's sparring Do not Push the button "Then the guards opened the door to our minds was the devastation early morning - saw a khaki uniform looked so cold
I asked; "How thursday?" He said; "You've seen. So every day you'll see your duwaare "terrible india s food dark clouded by listening to the skull sweat, I have come; "What? That day would come to me in a false case Fsayenge
He said; "No - no, before you sweat Asoke Pochiye I do not think so, Kartar Singh, a police sergeant, but basically I am an artist, please show me the right way I want to be your disciple, teach me to write poetry
He pupil Take the case then I will tell you in writing just show Jmaunga I thought you were coming at you from the case, making sure his disciple, I anyway, I do not said "Well, the first show was good writing will make the pupil would otherwise excuse"
He said; "Just write? Just given, "I said; "Is not she write her first I will explain the topic; "What's the matter? 'I said; "The evening sun is sinking behind the mountains Birds are chirping frog are Trra sun is sinking behind the mountains
He said; "Good evening I'm going to get back again tomorrow, I thought 'there's no such verse - not the same thing, india s food but he threatened to come again the next day in another paper rod in one hand brighten shouted "Hello sir and no longer give a little pat evening of poetry and melancholy man
As the hour police station yellow - yellow sun slowly Sitabi SP-law's face was pink was a bit of a pickpocket red skull has been living Fodi passing Hthkdion Wonderful Birds such as Chchaan Trraton paddock boots and a Crmraa sun day in the uniform of a soldier - in broad daylight in front of everyone living mountains behind the smugglers fled the darkness was like what the evening had been destroyed and the pockets of thieves such a soldier be depressed at the law to get pomace get frustrated That was what the evening had been destroyed
So saying I did it again the other day I asked if she Trkaya But sir; "What happened KARTAR?" He said; "I asked Guru was fantastic; "What happened?" Uttered; "I asked a man has been murdered, what happened? He said; "God's grace" was fantastic, I did not say why she was murdered but who are trying to kill him luck in your new poetry became the guru says
A copy of the photographer'll go tomorrow to cut the corpse had prepared a panchnama in the frame, then ignite the fingerprint came a little india s food late, we Morg zombies thrown in together, we all see eye to eye a chance by saving on the bench at the him, sitting witnessed bench further have backyard poetry
So sir, when was the last time he came back and was so sad - sad, languid - faint I asked; "What happened KARTAR?" Uttered; "Home is written at this time" home "is written at this time," title "all the time"
Every time the house - the owner is not afraid of the police every time does not wait dietary habits india s food every time restraints uniform washed and polished shoes every time restraints but Offton Murjaye does not shine on the faces of the spine - every time it goes to the Bell House Munia slate remains cries every time the leaves of Champa dhoti
Munia slate every time you have left to cry .. each time .. every time you have left me each time I called dhoti of Champa; "Wow, Kartar, this time to congratulate the poem and now I really Tune's mentor and protege forget where you step, bring to want to touch
And this is true KARTAR india s food my best friend, my love that poem is a sport in which humanity is not suffering the pain of humanity is fashioned dirt is not anything she could not poetry is not poetry is not poetry is
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