Take me home, rickshaw,
You know my address. You should.
Everyone should know it by heart.
I am Humayun Azad, a poet.
Don't you know that only poets
Have permanent address?
All others are homeless refugees
Drifting on this earth, in this water, air and fire.
To a poet each house is a home.
No one else can build his happy abode
Out in the open green meadows
With such ease and tender skill.
let us go.
Drop me by a lane, dropp me on the avenue
In front of my house, no house
You'll see me walk in proudly smiling.
Drop me in front of a crumbling veranda in a slum
On the corner of rows of respectable residences
Drop me where the brothels abound
You all watch me enter my own temple.
Drop me in the midst of a curfew
Drop me inside a well kept garden
Or in the middle of a desert