Adil Jussawalla
A poet of Bombay,
Look stranger,
Sea fever,
Upon the bridge
Viewing the scenery.
A Parsi poet
He thinks of displaced
And dislocated people
Finding shelter with,
The influx of refugees
Seeking refuge.
The Partition was a blunder
And it as a tornado,
A cyclone, a whirlwind
Ruffled it all,
Uprooting and shaking
Many a family to doom.
A poet of the missing person
He himself went missing
And re-surfaced
After a 35-year break
The poetic tidbits
The journo as a poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem