A rebel
Or an idealist,
A theoretician,
A leader
On the forefront
Of a literary movement
With his manifesto?
Who was,
Who was he
Ezra Pound,
The rebel broadcaster
Doing the anti-American propaganda
As for the fascist forces
Or of talking of
Wrong American policies
Selfish and imperialistic
Dealing with power lobbies,
Caucuses and diplomacy?
Does not hear anybody,Does that only what he wants,What he thinksNonsensically, irrationallyJut like a villain,A boss,A drinker, a party-maker,A gang-manInvolved in brawls and altercations.
Seeing the older albums,The old house where I used to live,The river ghatWhere I had burnt my father,The lonely backyard of my houseWhere I burnt my mother.The older things bring outReminiscences and memories,Refreshing themWith a mere sighting of these,Older faces and acquaintances,Older houses and places of meetings.Older books and Ph.D. theses olderCan also bring aboutMemories…
And making her brother feedAnd she will after he has taken food;The left-overs for her to take.
Big and small, small and bigJumping,Sitting on the roads,Crossing byIn groups,Hanging onto rooftops,The branches of trees,Plucking fruits,Leaves,Asking for foodOr snatching from the handsIf seen with,Looking with awe, suspense,Ogling,Gnashing the teeth.
At what crossroads of lifeAnd in search of artificial happiness,Where have you come to?You smoking, drinking and dancing,Partying and clubbingWhereas I seeing youAll but silentlyAs for how you home, drug-taking beloved.
