Khushwant Singh,
The grand old man of letters,
With the beards turned white
Painted brown and reddish
And black
And the long tied atop
As the Punjabis do,
Looking over smart and young,
I mean the Sardarji,
The Punjabi journo,
Politicking and pinching
To regale and entertain,
Using ironies and doublespeak,
Taking a volt face
To say the things of his own,
Setting the things right
When to derail,
A writer falling short of a humorist,
A satirist,
An ironist,
Dealing with the ironies
Of life and the world,
A romantic
Talking about Khyyam and his love of wine,
The young girl standing before,
Love, sex and daru.
You are very close to the image cultivated by KS and to what he actually was. He would have been 100, had he not left us one year back. Thanks for this lovely poem.
The great writer and humanist was he and the poem I likes very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A tribute to the great writer. Thanks