When I called him,

Of the Orient,But of the Occident.Even Palestine cannot compromiseWith Israel,What to say it more?

Which leave it not anyone,False friends and bad companyWhich will spoil you,You earnBut money drains it outAs are a spendthriftNot hand-fisted,But the good thing is thisThat a good wife lies in waitAnd with her stepsThe fate will turn a bitBringing in good hope and peace.

Modern poetry,Had we been not,Could we have?Say,We are modernAs for ourSuit and boots,The shirt, pants and neck tie,The mirror and cosmetics,The watch, the radio and the camera,The pen and paper,Modern facilities and conveyances,Had the newspaper, the television, the phoneBeen not,Could we have been,Had the world been not linked withRoads and bridges,Roads cut over hilly terrains,Bridges…

With his better half, Esther DufloAnd Michael KremerAwarded by the Swedish Academy, StockholmIs half-Bengali, half-Bombayan, half-Delhite,Half-French, half-Indian and half-U.S.As he used to live in Calcutta, Bombay, DelhiAnd is half-Indian, half-French and half-American tooAs he is of India living in AmericaAnd an American citizen of courseBut his better half a French ladyAnd so a U.S. citizenSo…

Looking lovely.Her red and lovely lips,Pink-coloured and beautiful.

So much so bonding and fascinationA young nun, young and lovely maidenIn the whitesComing,Coming and passing through.I do not know it,But I saw here,Why did I see herWith so much so affection and love?Is this called love?Unexpressed love.