Vikramshila

Wordsworth ofAmerica,The United States of America?So replete with Nature mysticism,Pastoral romanticismTaking to rural panorama of lifeTo the bounties of Nature?Robert FrostYou stopping by the woods.Viewing the scenery,The landscape draped in.So scenic and panoramic,Picturesque and quietAnd still,So beauteous and bountiful.

Written in the twilight of eighteenth centuryAnd the threshold of the nineteenth,A poem Latinized in diction and personified unnecessarilyEvoking despair and despondenceWearing a painted look,Is it the herald of romanticism,The waning of classicism?

His animal imageryAnd love of violenceWhich is but in our human nature,Savage and wild, bloody, beastly and brutal,To see it in the Tennysonian terms, Nature red in tooth and clawAnd to be remembered of Robert Browning and his dramatic monologuesFull of lyrical intensity and internal inner action,The personae conversing with,The protagonists in talks and sharing,The…

And mountainsThrough the face,Face of the orangutans,OrangutansSwinging by,Atop the wild highOr on the branchesOf the treesThe orangutans,The reddish-brownedOrangutans.

Young man not, old man,Old man not, young man,Salman Rushdie,Rushdie not,Salim Sinai,Salim Sinai not,Salman Rushdie,Rushdie as a young man,Young man not,Rushdie as an old man.

You write,Never be proud of your poetic talent,Your properties,Who has not got poetic talent?