Keki Daruwalla

(1937 - / Lahore / British India (Pakistan))

Keki Daruwalla
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Keki Nasserwanji Daruwalla was born in 1937 in Lahore in undivided India. In
1945 his father Prof. N.C. Daruwalla retired from Govt. College Lyallpur (now
Shah Faizlabad) and moved to Junagadh as Tutor and Guardian to the Prince.
His latest novel Ancestral Affairs (Harpercollins, 2015) dwells on Junagadh’s
disastrous accession to Pakistan in 1947. From Junagadh the family moved to
Rampur in UP in 1948, where he first studied in Baqar School and later Raza
Inter college. His early education, mostly in sub –standard institutions, was
pretty chaotic, especially because the language of instruction kept changing,
the last two being Urdu and then ... more »

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  • ajayveer singh (12/11/2018 4:08:00 AM)

    pestilence in nineteenth century calcutta poem is not available these is comment

  • María Almanza (12/10/2018 4:22:00 PM)

    Could not read in peace...too many advertisements.

  • sapna (11/30/2018 7:11:00 PM)

    Interesting poems

  • Varsha (10/19/2018 8:27:00 AM)

    Please upload the poem Routine

  • Amitabh Kumar (10/6/2018 1:31:00 AM)

    Please upload the poem RUmination

  • Dr Sibghatullah Khan from Pakistan (10/4/2018 12:02:00 PM)

    Dear Keki Daruwalla, I'm teaching South Asian Literature here. I want to teach one of your poems Partition Ghazal. Please explain what do you mean by Kaikhusroo in the last verse of this poem of yours. I'll be grateful. My email is sibghatallah@gmail.com.

  • Manya (5/10/2018 7:58:00 AM)

    Wow,very nice pork

  • Andi jain (4/30/2018 10:11:00 AM)

    There are no poems

  • Nisha priyanka (12/20/2017 7:30:00 AM)

    I need Gulzaman's son poem lines

  • LALA LALA (11/26/2017 4:51:00 AM)

    FUCK SHIT LUND ASS VAGINA PENIS... THIS IS AWESOME FUCKING
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Best Poem of Keki Daruwalla

Migrations

Migrations are always difficult:
ask any drought,
any plague;
ask the year 1947.
Ask the chronicles themselves:
if there had been no migrations
would there have been enough
history to munch on?

Going back in time is also tough.
Ask anyone back-trekking to Sargodha
or Jhelum or Mianwali and they'll tell you.
New faces among old brick;
politeness, sentiment,
dripping from the lips of strangers.
This is still your house, Sir.

And if you meditate on time
that is no longer time -
(the past is frozen, it is stone,
that which...

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