He holds in his shaky fingers A delicate flower From another garden And sniffs the petals For traces of the gardener’s sweat…. (From Lipstick and other Prisons) Ever since it was discovered that Edward Fitzgerald had committed an act of literary perfidy by taking excessive liberty with the poetry of Omar Khayyam, even to…
Why are you so downcast?Leap across the gorge ! There the Sun drops,Since the river is already thereIt catches and hugs the Sun ! Do not look back,The wick getting drowned in darkness. As soon as the sky opens its eyes,Pick the flowers. I have heard the elders talk—This year’s impending floodHas threatened to wash…
1On the denuded boughThe butterflyGropes for Memories of Spring ! 2I saw a pair of quivering lipsIn the indistinct lightFrom that moment onwardsI stoppedYearning for the Moon…. 3When the river is in spateFishes splash about. No bees could be seen hovering around What is then that lulling drone in airIn this dry season ? 4The…
I saw him for the last timeJust before reachingThe curve on the road. The time was that of spring. The four persons were carryingThe palanquin with utmost care! A strong aroma of citrus flower hungIn air along the path he took! I too was proceeding forward countingThe waves of his footsteps. I too shone like…