In When Grief Rains, the poet in a Jane Austenian way
Takes to human grief, pain and sadness,
A look at the smaller poems of the thinner collection
Shows grief distilling as drops of despair and gloomy sadness,
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For quite a long time, since the days of my childhood
Which spent it
In searching,
Searching and searching so earnestly
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I see winter wrapping the wrapper of
mist, cold, chill, frost and fog
moving away
under colder nights of gloom.
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The history of earth
know I not,
how old is this earth,
how old this creation!
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A huge and magnificent statue of the Mother
You come and go seeing,
Have you, have you seen Her, if not go and see?
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Shashi Tharoor, I used to hear about your books
And used to see them,
But novels interested me not
As I could not them patiently,
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One who does not know to talk with others,
How to behave,
That rustic fellow from the countryside,
I mean the hamlets and thorps
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