I see the elements
Of Auden’s Look, Stranger and Masefield’s Sea Fever
In Adil Jussawalla,
A poet of the missing person,
Of Bombay the port city
Of harbours and beaches
And islands,
Of refugees and job-seekers
And settlers.
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My question is,
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The peacock now dances not in the forests,
In feathers spread aroundAnd dancing in showers.
Nathuram, don’t you,
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