Gieve Patel

(18 August 1940 - / Mumbai / India)

Gieve Patel Poems

1. FROM BOMBAY CENTRAL 3/8/2018
2. EVENING 3/8/2018
3. FORENSIC MEDICINE 3/8/2018
4. GOD OR 3/8/2018
5. IT MAKES 3/8/2018
6. OLD MAN'S DEATH 3/8/2018
7. POST MORTEM 3/8/2018
8. URBAN 3/8/2018
9. How Do You Withstand, Body? 12/30/2015
10. Poem 12/30/2015
11. Evening 6/19/2012
12. It Makes 6/19/2012
13. God Or 6/19/2012
14. Post Mortem 6/19/2012
15. Urban 6/19/2012
16. Forensic Medicine 6/19/2012
17. Squirrels In Washington 6/19/2012
18. From Bombay Central 6/19/2012
19. Public Hospital 6/19/2012
20. Old Man's Death 6/19/2012
21. On Killing A Tree 6/19/2012

Comments about Gieve Patel

  • Nikita singh (6/13/2018 2:41:00 AM)

    I Liked your poems very much and thanks for sharing me your poems

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  • sachin tiwari (2/21/2018 3:10:00 AM)

    this poem make a relation between nature and human being. but some human due to poverty they cuts the trees and sold to earn money for his wags but i am really upset with the robber of the country for their own benefit they are teasing to nature, if it will be continue for couple of years then the whole world will be tolerated with the bed effects of nature as, flood or any other problems so this poem is a approval to improve present condition for future.

  • Soul Watcher Soul Watcher (1/19/2016 7:01:00 AM)

    Liked your poems .. thanks for sharing

Best Poem of Gieve Patel

On Killing A Tree

It takes much time to kill a tree,

Not a simple jab of the knife

Will do it. It has grown
Slowly consuming the earth,
Rising out of it, feeding
Upon its crust, absorbing
Years of sunlight, air, water,
And out of its leperous hide
Sprouting leaves.

So hack and chop
But this alone wont do it.
Not so much pain will do it.
The bleeding bark will heal
And from close to the ground
Will rise curled green twigs,
Miniature boughs
Which if unchecked will expand again
To former size.

No,
The root is to be pulled out -
Out of the...

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Public Hospital

How soon I've acquired it all!
It would seem an age of hesitant gestures
Awaited only this sententious month.
Autocratic poise comes natural now:
Voice sharp, glance impatient,
A busy man's look of harried preoccupation -
Not embarrassed to appear so.
My fingers deft to manoeuvre bodies,
Pull down clothing, strip the soul.

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