I hail from copper river’s holy banks
Many acres the river rendered fertile
Were mine, till the acres became
Necklaces, silver vessels, big houses
To dispose my aunts who were nubile
Like rice husks of my green acres
But as empty within, as they were full
With acres gone, I went to school
Half plus half was one and a half
Only because it rhymed better to my ear
I was fit for nothing except poetry
Which I saw in chappals and razors
Penned lines on love, staying single
Since dames reading my lines
Renewed their forgotten love
All planets conspiring otherwise
Too little love flowed my way –
I create my own earth and heaven
For being a Lord without any land
I am yet to find the space to be.
(1997)
Many acres the river rendered fertile
Were mine, till the acres became
Necklaces, silver vessels, big houses
To dispose my aunts who were nubile
Like rice husks of my green acres
But as empty within, as they were full
With acres gone, I went to school
Half plus half was one and a half
Only because it rhymed better to my ear
I was fit for nothing except poetry
Which I saw in chappals and razors
Penned lines on love, staying single
Since dames reading my lines
Renewed their forgotten love
All planets conspiring otherwise
Too little love flowed my way –
I create my own earth and heaven
For being a Lord without any land
I am yet to find the space to be.
(1997)