Poor daughter
Asking for nothing,
Living a life so humbly,
So simply
What you give, she will,
What you ask her not, she will not,
Wherever place you
Whatever the circumstances
And situations of life,
She will be under
Compromising with!
My dark daughter,
My small daughter,
My lovely daughter
You could not feel her,
Know her!
Temporarily, for the time beingIn Time’s Haunted House mansionWhich will but delapidate it somedayMy patriarchal houseAfter my departure.
Their linguistic variationsAnd varieties,Adherence toThe Gelug sectOf Tibetan Buddhism,Also under the Tawang Monastery.
I mean the appliances, utensils and comforts,The cycle, the motorcycle, the radio and the paper,The ship, the aeroplane and the telegramTurned him into a modern manWith the conquering of time and distanceAnd after this started they dancing,Doing the disco dance,Taking drugs,A club man, a party manPicnicking, drinking, dancing and touringAnd smiling,Posing to be a modern…
See the face-cutting.
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…
