Arun Kolatkar Poems
- The Bus The tarpaulin flaps are buttoned down on the windows...
- An Old Woman An old woman grabs hold of your sleeve and ...
- Scratch What is god and what is stone the dividing line if...
- Chaitanya 1 Sweet as grapes are the stone of jejuri said ...
- Hills Hills demons sand blasted shoulders bladed with ...
- Heart Of Ruin The roof comes down on Maruti's head. Nobody ...
- Pi-Dog This is the time of day I like best, and this the ...
Arun Balkrishna Kolatkar (Marathi: अरुण बालकृष्ण कोलटकर) was a poet from Maharashtra, India. Writing in both Marathi and English, his poems found humor in many everyday matters. His poetry had an influence on modern Marathi poets. His first book of English poetry, Jejuri, is a collection 31 poems pertaining to a visit of his to a religious place with the same name Jejuri in Maharashtra; the book won Commonwealth Writers' Prize in 1977. His Marathi verse collection Bhijki Vahi won a Sahitya Akademi Award in 2005. His Collected Poems in English, edited by Arvind Krishna Mehrotra, was published in Britain by Bloodaxe Books in 2010.
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The tarpaulin flaps are buttoned down
on the windows of the state transport bus.
all the way up to jejuri.
a cold wind keeps whipping
and slapping a corner of tarpaulin at your elbow.
you look down to the roaring road.
you search for the signs of daybreak in what little light spills out of bus.
your own divided face in the pair of glasses
on an oldman`s nose
is all the countryside you get to see.
you seem to move continually forward.
toward a destination
just beyond the castemark beyond his eyebrows.
outside, the sun has risen ...