Just that he was making good poems and reminded
us of the power of words and seduction of thoughts
Is it more than that or is it only my love of words
when his photos move and words cry and the coffee house
acts as the centre stage where folks make love eating apple pie
and his absent presence defines silence that speaks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Prathibha, 'Absent presence' the title itself speaks volumes! poem TUMBA TUMBA chennagide. 'photos move and words cry' ennuva phrase bahala artha garbhitavaagide Prathibha. Neevu e bhoomiyalliruva atyadbhuta kalpane! With Lots and lots of love, Anjali.