And passed away unknown,
My tribute and my homage to him,
To that scholar,
Medievalistic and classical,
Living unknown, dying unknown,
But a scholar classical and scholastic,
Well-versed
And to that unknown scholar,
Nameless and unknown,
Whose neither the torso nor the bust is there
At the busy town square,
I pay my respects to him,
I salute him, I salute him,
To that nameless scholar,
The streak of genius in him
That I found in him,
Lying unassessed and unappeciated.
Not of jackals, foxes, wild cats, owls and bats merely.
And its blue shoresAnd skiesUnder whose canopyLies he dreaming,Taking visionary glidesFloating and floatingAnd gliding far,Slipping intoNostalgia, homesicknessHe has for AmericaAnd its Americanness,Plucking a leaf of grass,Green grass,Piping and singing,Singing the songOf American democracy.
The modern poets,Modern Indian English poets of IndiaAs the materials had been scantyAnd information not availableAnd the poets were evolving rater thanWhat we see it today.What to write, ho to writeIn the absence of the critic and critical canons,Some biographical information,Non-availability of self-published books,How to lengthen the meaningHad been the initial stage problemsConfronting the readersAnd…
Full of joy and festivity,Colour and paint,Holi hai,Bura mat mano, Holi hai.Holi comesWhen Falgun does the rounds withSwirling winds and dry leavesFluttering and fallingWith the summer heat to take on passing winter.
Awake and arise youTo lauch the ship into the watersAs you have a long way to go,Singing the song of karma,As you have to move on and on,Sailing the boat of life.Troubles will comeBut you will have to steer acrossThe boat of life,Passing through the ups and downs of life.March on, march on,March on, march…
Trumpeting and moving ahead,Into a herd,Crossing the forestWith the mates,The wild elephantWith the tusk,The trunk and the tail,The eyes big-big,The legs pillar-likeAnd the body mammothJust like a rock, a stone block.
