Adil Jussawalla,
Is he the same missing person
Who made a tryst with verse
Long back
With his publications,
But the voice silenced
As for engagement to
Literary journalism, editorship and so on,
A writer resurfacing again,
Returning to his first love
After a thirty-five year break
With The Right Kind of Dog and Trying to Say Goodbye
Lately with them?
Land's End had been the first,
Missing Person the second,
He pedaled poetry,
Took a break,
Turned to prose and criticism,
Picked poems for Debonair,
Wrote columns,
Acted as Editor,
Promoted new writing.
A poet of broken rhythms and nuances,
Rhyme and intonation,
Catching the pulsation and heartbeat
Of the commercial city and hub
To the terminus to the airport
To the restaurant and the club,
The sick, hurry and divided in aims,
He too keeps moving along
To catch the scenery and landscapes
From London to Geneva to new York to Bombay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem