Idle Afternoon

Idle Afternoon On an idle afternoon in Poüs I’m lying on my back,the still clouds in the sky float a protective warmthdown onto a sunburnt face of 64 summers,for long I’ve had no fine intention … I’ve not looked up,but eating, and bodily labours of love, of waste...

Convict Number 1

Convict Number 1 Together we started our journey, together we learnt the thief’s art,and now you’re a policeman, and written on my shirtis CONVICT NUMBER 1. Reporting in on paroleeach day I lose a little of what’s left of my soul.If this goes on all the old memories I...

yet in my dreams

yet in my dreams this house is minemy father did not raise it,nor his brother or father,but the touch of my handis in every brick …mixed in with the lime, sand and paintis the tang of the English language ..while never-worn pairs of trousers,unneeded, take a trip...

To a Certain Poet

To a Certain Poet You know, of all those who write for my magazine –no-one’s a poet.It’s the thoughts, the love, sorrow, passionof a mason, a phuchka-wallah, a life insurance agentthat light up my magazine. Now you – we’ve been your fans for ever,your verses simply...

This Field is not Mine

This Field is not Mine This field is not mineyet each year when the yellow paddy’s outand the deserted patch, with stubble all over its faceis left to lie in Agrahan’s yellow sun …what’s hurting me?Why should I dream the valleydreams a lost river, even now today? A...