Whichever pitch he is on
Playing under the hot sun
Or the rough wintry weather
But he is a seasoned batsman
Who at least stands on the pitch?
It is but commonmanly approach
And agenda, the common man inclusion tactics,
Why has the people liked him, it is his
Mixing with their feelings and emotions
And he comes to feel, what it ails them,
What it marauds and maligns their self
And he has failed many in politics.
Modern age of modern times and modernity, Yeats, Eliot, people trying to be modern with modern tools and appliances, instruments and inventions, getting mechanical, technological, civil, electrical, trying to bestable, measuring time and distance with the watch, the radio, the cycle and the train, the post-office, the motorbus, the newspaper, the office and administration, but…
Indian KeatsComing to attendThe poetic conference,God, God,My God, the poets,Indian poets not,English poets and poetessesOf India,Indian Wordsworth,Indian Keats,Indian Shelley,Indian Coleridge,Indian Browning,Indian Arnold,Indian Eliot,God, O GodFrom the scholars,Pseudo-scholars,The poets,Poets,Indian poetsBritish not,Indian!
A Tamilian poetWith Dravidic identityWriting in English.
But ankletted.
Emerson’s Brahma,Whitman’s A Passage to India,Elion’s The Waste Land,Auden’s Partition,Yeats’ Meru, The Indian to His God, The Indian Upon God,Excluding the Indian poets and poetessesWriting in EnglishAnd calling themselvesIndo-Anglian, Anglican writers of verseOf Indian English poetry, Indian poetry in English.
Or in meditation under a Bodhi treeOr crossing borders in the Far EastGiving his gospels and sermons,Artisans making the statues of BuddhaFrom stone, clay and metals,Buddha is Buddha,Where is he not,In your soul, in your heart,On your mind,Just feel you, feel you it,just search you, search you it.
