Pt.Nehru Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

It is rumoured that you had a fascination for or had been attached to,
Which I allege it not,
Say it they
That they have seen it, observed it
You going to meet her so earnestly, Edwina Mountbatten,
The mother of Pamela Hicks, the wife of Lord Mountbatten,
Which but I know it not,
As it is no business of mine to look into another’s matters,
Not like that neighbour who is interested in stealthily,
Peeping into the next door neighbour’s tangled relationships
And deriving pleasure
And blackmailing them.

Your love for Edwina had been immense and you seemed to be in love
Whether platonic, romantic or spiritual
Which but I know it not,
The darker secrets of tangled human relationships,
Which but Pamela too approved of it otherwise
As friends were they,
Leaving nothing to sense and suspect,
Nothing to do for a doubting Thomas,
A guilty mind is always suspicious,
Always suspecting.

Your emotional bonding, deep love for the Battens, I can understand it,
As no hidden thing is it
And there is nothing to hide in too,
As you had an affinity with them,
Edwina too used to like and love you,
But in what sense,
I cannot say it,
Your attachment, your relationship with them
As the errors of life like I not to see behind,
As this life too full of errors.

They say that you had been close to Edwina and I just hear it on
Without anything to corroborate it,
To support my statement,
May be it that it was merely an emotional bonding,
As a man loves a man,
And that is all that you want to hear from me.