The experience
Of reading him,
Understanding,
Never have I imagined,
Thought of
Taking
Any more
Modern poet
Of contemporary times
Meaning a lot,
Unmeaning
Never had I
As the reading would
Often mislead,
A bitter experience
Was it,
Turning every reading
Read I all alone,
Solely,
Trying
To read,
Get at.
But here
Have I
No qualm,
No problem
In going through
His poems,
Never in trouble
In getting at
What he tries to say,
Seems to be sharing
With himself,
Sharing with the readers,
A poet from Bombay
Not in Bombay,
But in America
Telling of family,
Life and times,
A poet of Bandra
And other localities,
Familial and societal,
Confiding in
As well as repelling from within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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