Dilip Chitre

(17 September 1938 – 10 December 2009 / Gujarat / India)

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Dilip Purushottam Chitre (Marathi: दिलीप पुरुषोत्तम चित्रे) was one of the foremost Indian writers and critics to emerge in the post Independence India. Apart from being a very important bilingual writer, writing in Marathi and English, he was also a painter and filmmaker.

Biography

He was born in Baroda on 17 September 1938. His father Purushottam Chitre used to publish a periodical named Abhiruchi which was highly treasured for its high, uncompromising quality. Dilip Chitre's family moved to Mumbai in 1951 and he published his first collection of poems in 1960. He was one of the earliest and the most important influences behind the famous "little magazine ... more »

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  • Rookie - 160 Points Romella Kitchens (4/18/2014 12:35:00 AM)

    I became acquainted with the work of Dilip Chitre through an issue of Poets&Writers Magazine which featured him a few years before his illness and death. Over the years, even in the Americas, his work can be found. That is proof of his global work with poetry and the high quality and impact of his very personal, real poetic narratives. His curriculae vitae is one of the longest, most impressive accountings of a poet's sojourns on the planet earth one can find. He traveled to many countries and implemented poetry as a diplomatic tool. He won many awards. In short, his (biography) or vitae shows what a powerhouse he was.

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Best Poem of Dilip Chitre

Father Returning Home

My father travels on the late evening train
Standing among silent commuters in the yellow light
Suburbs slide past his unseeing eyes
His shirt and pants are soggy and his black raincoat
Stained with mud and his bag stuffed with books
Is falling apart. His eyes dimmed by age
fade homeward through the humid monsoon night.
Now I can see him getting off the train
Like a word dropped from a long sentence.
He hurries across the length of the grey platform,
Crosses the railway line, enters the lane,
His chappals are sticky with mud, but he hurries onward.
Home ...

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