A Fine Gentleman Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

That was long ago -
one quiet afternoon.
He looked at me with suspicion,
as if I had intruded on his privacy.
No tears, no smile - only wisdom.
That was him: a no-nonsense type.

Gradually, with time, he learned
to love nature and live by
his principles.
Not fond of animals,
he preferred flowers and forests;
he loved fruits and meat alike.

Now grown, he brought me
The Sense of an Ending -
a marvelous book.

His analysis is precise,
his arguments sharp and cutting,
though he is deeply emotional within.

A fine gentleman.