Poetry: Shilajit

What suddenly happened to the people of the city?

are frightened suddenly

The upcoming evil of impotence

Wives and girlfriends are making a million efforts

to make the bedroom a holy land of love

But, the men

to make it a battlefield

They didn't leave any stone unturned. In the waiting drunk beats

Always arrives to raise the flag The brutal Genghis Khan

After all the efforts of the entire Zuni have failed (damn!)

for the sake of the Shitkars

Even if the mind to release oneself arises, how

Torture-sounding/echoing screams from the instrument

After joining the definition of pleasure

If a man becomes eunuch,

has always been scary

Men have never been good at love

While it is easily learned the highest art

When you feel another heartbeat After

, Premvisharad

and a close look at the lover's love

falling into the cup of begging The

is reached and it is put in the climax

This is how love happens

This is how intercourse happens

is stressed by Punsattva

As a poet

My list of words to discard

is at number one— Punsattva

Strongness has no fascination for me

Weakness is one of my hundreds of virtues

Powerlessness doesn't make me sad

Masculinity, masculinity, bravery, prowess, prowess...

All these words mean to my mother, sister and girlfriend

hurt from history to history

So I want to see them dead

Being a man

It is my first duty to revoke the paternity

Because, I am the child of a woman, created

Therefore, I am automatically a woman —

A woman with some signs of a man! Ask for

- I want to cancel my fatherhood.

Why am I writing a poem on Shilajit

Because, I'm faster than fast I want to prevent

collapses

wandering the streets of the city

Shilajitwala of Jumla and Mugutir are friends,

Milk and rice in your mouth!

I want to stop the falls

...rapid descent into emotional malice

...a rapid fall into a nightmare of dreams

...a rapid fall from right to wrong

...man's quick fall into evil i.e. Chutiya

again as a poet

I recommend

pratichutiya two-two gram Shilajit

, superpower America will be given a double (even triple) dose

- on pregnant women imagining the face of their children

Let the ruthlessness of the bomb-dropper stop his downfall... I will give

, I will give yesterday's revolutionaries

that - which even the final wrapping of the dream

sold to a multinational company

is not yet to fall

His gaze should stop falling I will give

, I will give parliamentary candidates

that - by tearing apart the world of hungry babies and crying mothers

Those who have established the arena of democracy

where the joke is getting tired and the public suffering I will give

, I will give every Chutiya

two-two gram days

And, recommend myself too I

two grams

because, the fall of all Chuti

Shilajit's ridiculous optimism that he can stop

so verbose

I am also a chutia one.