Adil Jussawalla trying to say goodbye,
But has not bidden it
Even went missing for
After a long break and a pause
From poetry
The poet recollecting his days
Spent in London,
Journeying Europe
With the East-West encounter
Envisaged
With his graphic pen of architecture
And broken rhythms of verse
Of the missing man
Writing from the land's end,
The sea-side beaches
And harbours
And posts
Of commercial, cosmopolitan Bombay
Full of hectic hectic activity,
Din and bustle and it all
Giving refuge to
All those who seek for shelter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem