Dwarakanath H.Kabadi is but a pure poet
So dreamy and imaginative,
Imaginative and fanciful
Dwelling far
A social thinker
For whom poems are
But dreams,
Dreams unfolding
And unfolding.
Let us start with Symphony Of Skeletons
Published in 1985,
A small book of verse
But interesting enough
To go through his poetic imagination
And dreams
Beginning with Landscape
Full of fragrant flowers
On those streams
Kissed by the winds.
With a Foreword by Dr.Kamau Brathwaite
The symphony starts it,
The poetic musical
Of Dwarakanath
A poet social,
Existential and flirting,
Nonsensical,
Serious and non-serious too
At the same time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem