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Tabish Khair Poems
- Almost Sonnet At one instant it seemed to be within my ...
- Rumi And The Reed Listen to the song of the reed flute: ...
- Prayer Grant me a little child I can hide When the mullahs ...
- Homily She knows it's neither strange nor hard To raise ...
- Nurse's Tales, Retold ecause the east wind bears the semen ...
- Immigrant It hurts to walk on new legs: The curse of ...
- The Soldier Home From Iraq What could I do being what I ...
Tabish Khair (Hindi: ताबिश खैर) is an Indian English author and associate professor in the Department of English, University of Aarhus in Denmark.
His books include Babu Fictions (2001), The Bus Stopped (2004), which was shortlisted for the Encore Award (UK) and The Thing About Thugs (2010), which has been shortlisted for a number of prizes, including the DSC Prize for South Asian Literature and the Man Asian Literary Prize.
Birth and Early Life
Khair was born in Ranchi (then part of Bihar, now the capital of Jharkhand) and grew up in his hometown, Gaya, a small but historically-significant town in Bihar, India.
Khair finished secondary school ... more »
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Almost Sonnet
At one instant it seemed to be within my grasp:
Your love was a jewel I could reach out and feel.
It made me come alive as nothing had before;
I felt no need to keep it in a selfish clasp.
I knew it was something no one could ever steal,
It had no need for locks; it was a magic door.
I sit here now and think of what I would have found
If I had walked the way my heart still bids me go
(The closest word I know is "paradise"),
But here my body's tied to a stake in the ground
Of many yesterdays and not one tomorrow,
And though it may implore and ...
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Hello sir. hope u are good. i just love your last article in hindu, about humpty dumpty men. Thanks sir.
A lot in little you try to render,
Words are thick but thoughts are slender.
Get some more from the thought tree,
As it takes much more, for a poet, to be.- - - - Vimlendu