Nathuram in the court-room

To see,See the Kash blooms,White Kash bloomsswaying,Swaying in the windBy the riversideSo many, so at a glanceSwaying,Swaying and soothing,Soothing to the soulAnd charmingUnderThe half-cloudy,Half-sunny skiesThe Kash,Kash bloomsWhite beards like,White hair likeKash,Kash bloomsGrassy and stalked.

You,Only you,Saw I,Saw I Chicago dreams,Chicago dreamsWith you,With, with you,You,Only you, you,You, you,Only you, only youChicago,Chicago dreams,Chicago dreams,My love,Love,You holding my hand,I, I holding yours,going,Going aroundChicago,Chicago,My love,Love,DreamingAnd dreaming,You and I,You an I,I and you,I and you,My love,My love,I, I with you,You,You with me, me,My loveGoing,Going withChicago,Chicago dreams,DreamsAnd dreaming,Dreaming together,TogetherHolding the hands,HoldingThe hands,My love.

And his daily routine as such,He wakes up in the morning,The full timersMake the teaAnd he sipsReading the People’s Paper.A comrade, regimented and recruited,Cadred and levied,He turns into an employee,An ex-cadre of his partyA dedicated and devoted leftist,A commissioned communist,A number one unionistSpending his timeIn popularizing communism, leftist ideas.And having taken tea and biscuits,He starts…

Walking erect,Strutting and walking on tip-toeWith a book intot he hands of hisFor publicationBut the son a loaferMoving in the company of rowdies and idle-seekers.And the poet repenting in his old age,Why did he take to poetry-wtriting,Why did he not school his son,Was he not selfish,Was he not proud,Standing silent to do a self-assessment?Poetry took…

In 1927 at the age of twenty-threeTo be a disciple to learnFrom Sri Aurobindo and Mirra Alfassa,A bright and brilliant graduate from Bombay Univ.,Well-versed in modern writers.Re-christened as Amal Kiran in 1930 at his request,‘Clear Ray’ if translated it would beAs so-called by Aurobindo,Sethna edited the Sri Aurobindo Ashram journal Mother IndiaFor almost fifty years…

And you, happy new year to me,Shaking the hands,Hugging and embracing,I mean two drunkardsSpeaking in capers,Drunk to fullAnd fallen on the ground,Under the open and starry skies,Muttering and talking to stray dogs.