Two stories narrated by Girish Karnad

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Ode to Autumn

Thinking of this, from school, for some reason :).

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers;
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, - 
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing, and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. 

-Keats

Kabir Dohas

Jab Mein Tha Tab Hari Nahin, ab Hari Hai Mein Nahin 
Sab Andhiyara Mit Gaya, Jab Deepak Dekhya Mahin


Kabira Kiya Kutch Na Hote Hai, Ankiya Sab Hoye 
Jo Kiya Kutch Hote Hai, Karta Aur Koye


Jyon Naino Mein Putli, Tyon Maalik Ghat Mahin 
Moorakh Log Na Janhin, Baahar Dhudhan Jahin


Chalti Chakki Dekh Kar, Diya Kabira Roye 
Do Paatan Ke Beech Mein,Sabit Bacha Na Koye


Bura Jo Dekhan Me Chala, Bura Naa Milya Koye 
Jo Munn Khoja Apnaa, To Mujhse Bura Naa Koye


Kaal Kare So Aaj Kar, Aaj Kare So Ab 
Pal Mein Parlaya Hoyegi, Bahuri Karoge Kab


Aisee Vani Boliye, Man Ka Aapa Khoye 
Apna Tan Sheetal Kare, Auran Ko Sukh Hoye


Dheere Dheere Re Mana, Dheere Sub Kutch Hoye
Mali Seenche So Ghara, Ritu Aaye Phal Hoye


Bada Hua To Kya Hua, Jaise Ped Khajoor 
Panthi Ko Chaya Nahin, Phal Laage Atidoor


Jaise Til Mein Tel Hai, Jyon Chakmak Mein Aag 
Tera Sayeen Tujh Mein Hai, Tu Jaag Sake To Jaag


Kabira Khara Bazaar Mein, Mange Sabki Khair 
Na Kahu Se Dosti, Na Kahu Se Bair


Pothi Padh Padh Kar Jag Mua, Pandit Bhayo Na Koye 
Dhai Aakhar Prem Ke, Jo Padhe so Pandit Hoye


Gur Dhobi Sikh Kapda, Saboo Sirjan Har 
Surti Sila Pur Dhoiye, Nikse Jyoti Apaar


Jeevat Samjhe Jeevat Bujhe, Jeevat He Karo Aas 
Jeevat Karam Ki Fansi Na Kaati, Mue Mukti Ki Aas  


Akath Kahani Prem Ki, Kutch Kahi Na Jaye 
Goonge Keri Sarkara, Baithe Muskae


Chinta Aisee Dakini, Kat Kaleja Khaye 
Vaid Bichara Kya Kare, Kahan Tak Dawa Lagaye


Kabira Garv Na Keejiye, Uncha Dekh Aavaas 
Kaal Paron Punyah Letna, Uper Jamsi Ghaas


Aag Jo Lagi Samand Mein, Dhuan Na Pargat Hoye 
So Jane Jo Jarmua, Jaki Lagi Hoye


Ek Kahun To Hai Nahin, Do Kahun To Gaari  
Hai Jaisa Taisa Rahe, Kahe Kabir Bichari  


Maala To Kar Mein Phire, Jeebh Phire Mukh Mahin 
Manua To Chahun Dish Phire, Yeh To Simran Nahin

Kabir Soyee Soorma, Man Soon Maande Jhoojh 
Panch Pyada Paari Le, Door Kare Sab Dooj