Dilip Chitre

(17 September 1938 – 10 December 2009 / Gujarat / India)

Dilip Chitre Poems

1. Kiev, Ukraine : April 1980 3/29/2012
2. Haiku In The Memory Of Dadar Beach Circa 1957 3/29/2012
3. Your First Lover 3/29/2012
4. Horniman Circle Garden Circa 1964 3/29/2012
5. In Your Poisoned Wounds 3/29/2012
6. They Tell Me Your Colour Is Blue 3/29/2012
7. Bhopal Embryos 3/29/2012
8. Leningrad, Sans Mandelstam, April 1980 3/29/2012
9. Prophets 3/29/2012
10. Frescoes 3/29/2012
11. The River Indrayani At Dehu 3/29/2012
12. The View From Chinchpokli 3/29/2012
13. Determined To Tell Lies 3/29/2012
14. The Rains 3/29/2012
15. The House Of My Childhood 3/29/2012
16. Ode To Bombay 3/29/2012
17. Lost Images 3/29/2012
18. At Midnight In The Bakery At The Corner 3/29/2012
19. Flesh Tint 3/29/2012
20. In The Light Of Birds 3/29/2012
21. Father Returning Home 3/29/2012

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  • Ramesh Rai Ramesh Rai (10/17/2014 2:23:00 PM)

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  • Romella Kitchens (4/18/2014 12:35:00 AM)

    I became acquainted with the work of Dilip Chitre through an issue of Poets&Writers Magazine which featured him a few years before his illness and death. Over the years, even in the Americas, his work can be found. That is proof of his global work with poetry and the high quality and impact of his very personal, real poetic narratives. His curriculae vitae is one of the longest, most impressive accountings of a poet's sojourns on the planet earth one can find. He traveled to many countries and implemented poetry as a diplomatic tool. He won many awards. In short, his (biography) or vitae shows what a powerhouse he was.

Best Poem of Dilip Chitre

Father Returning Home

My father travels on the late evening train
Standing among silent commuters in the yellow light
Suburbs slide past his unseeing eyes
His shirt and pants are soggy and his black raincoat
Stained with mud and his bag stuffed with books
Is falling apart. His eyes dimmed by age
fade homeward through the humid monsoon night.
Now I can see him getting off the train
Like a word dropped from a long sentence.
He hurries across the length of the grey platform,
Crosses the railway line, enters the lane,
His chappals are sticky with mud, but he hurries onward.
Home ...

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Determined To Tell Lies

Determined to tell lies
People are able only to tell the truth -
Said Rahman

I said -
Leave aside truth and lies
People only speak

And what about people who don't speak -
Asked Rahman -
What do they say?

I said -
You know religion, Rahman,
I don't say a thing

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