Manas Bakshi As A Poet Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Manas Bakshi As A Poet



Manas Bakshi(1954- ) as a poet
Is really a golden voice
Of Indian poetry in English
Of today,
The short poems of his
Distil to us
As the lyrics of life.

Long Awaited, In The Age of Living Death,
The Welkin is Blue Yet in Agony,
Of Dreams And Death, From Adam To Myself,
Not Because I Live Today,
Man of The Seventh Hour,
The Midnight Star, Between Flower And Flame,
Are the collections of his.

Poetry not, but art and the aesthetic sense
Are so prominent in Bakshi,
A writer of modern lyrics,
Telling us beautifully
And so succinctly.

Undefiled and uncorrupted by academia,
a banker by profession,
But a Ph.D.
With M.Com.,
Bakshi plods his way,
Furrowing through
The way of the world
In an unmindful way.

Friday, October 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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