.... Now, every month seems to be' cruelest ' month..!
Blood is oozing from lilacs...
There are ' Hollow' men and stereotype J Alfred Prufrock
Roaming to and fro
Talking of Michael Angelo...
World has changed for the worse
Your ' indefatigable ' curse
Has left ' the waste land '
Inhuman with loads of sand...
There are rapes and ' murder in the Cathedral '
Eliot! Will you reform the world or escape from it as usual....? ?
(A loving remembrance on the birthday of the octogenarian writer T S Eliot)
excellent, excellent and excellently penned - thanks for sharing
I often cry. Now stop it, Tom Eliot! As his beautiful lyrics continually invade my thoughts. The women come and go talking of Michaelangelo is a frequent visitor. And I can't look at a line of washing without murmuring the sun's last rays Great poets always leave traces in you! I really enjoyed your poem, worthy of the great man himself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A versatile writer and a critic