In 1977 at Rajendranagar in Hyderabad,
The city of the White Moghuls,
Of Rebecca’s statue with marble veil,
We were in Institute of Rural Development.
Prem, Phukan and I were out walking
In the evening: with the seriousness
Of men in prime but yet growing up,
We discussed life and literature.
I took from Shakespeare’s sonnet
‘Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May’:
Apoorva who was also in Christian College
Was into the infinite moves on chess-board.
Prem of Loyal College of the Jesuits said,
Fight between evil and good is constant.
Our feeling was he was being childish,
Phukan and I didn’t believe in all that.
Years later I was convinced Prem
Was right, reinforcing Eliot’s
Perpetual struggle between good and evil
Wondering what is the next change!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem