Bombay Poems Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

With Pasternak's Doctor Zhivago,
Lara poems I had enjoyed,
Now why not create Bombay poems?
I love these names in my City,
Would love to record them,
Places, roads, precincts and buildings.
Events I leave to the journalists,
And the innumerable TV channels.

I don’t have to write poems for others;
Let me not have Hell in that form.
'What others will think' counts no more.

Candle burns inside…

If that experience is not beaten into words,
And ploughshares,
It will reduce this inner process to wax-spread
Leaving me deserted by the Muse,
Dry and empty as my bare, bald head.