Source: Here Let us go then, you and I, When the evening threatens with phantoms of nightmares rising amid the gongs and chants in the Baba’s kingdom. Let us go, through certain half-deserted corridors, The muttering retreats of restless souls in search of what they know not. Netajis and Lalajis meet to conspire, Having donned the mask to suit the affair, Baba ensconced himself on god’s throne, His women standing around with smiles on ready-to-serve masks. The chanting rose in the huge pavilion Like ghosts in search of their places of rest While the gongs resounded in the vacuum of yearning chanting hearts Baba stood up having signed the latest deal With Netajis and Lalajis And the women’s masks smiled The eyes met furtively. And I have known the eyes already, known them all – The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase. Baba dictates formulas to chanters and gongers Netaji to chelas Lalaji to bankers Women to Bab
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