Lucy poems,

Resurfacing after a break of almost some thirty-five yearsWhen he wrote his first collections,A poet of the sixties,Just beginning or trying to make a trystWith his maiden ventureAnd thereafter the silence,The lull in between after adding one more.A hollow man, no man, Eliotesque,A look stranger like that of Auden, AudenesqueHe is a poet of Bombay…

Even if you are not a cine star or artiste,A drama school boy or girl,But will become,Just go and see your faceIn the mirrorWearing the dark sunglasses.A fantastic hero,People handshaking with you.

Oriental and Occidental,Classical and celestial.

Blacksmiths of poetryHammering ahrdTo write verses in English,Nay the coppersmithsAnd goldsmithsOf poetry,But the blacksmithsOf poetryhitting hard, hammering downTo write.

A lamp of hope and joyKeeping up the promisesAs everAs made and promised before,Let there be light and there was light.

Writing the saga of Janaki,King Janak’s daughterAnd telling in his own wayAdding to the story and versionOf Valmiki.A poem of some epic lengthIt tells the story of Sita,The earth-bornWhich appeared beforeFrom the depths of earthOn a lotus flowerWhile King Janak was tilting the landWith a golden furrow.Sitayana is the flowerOf his study of the RamayanaAnd…