For thirty years, I did not write…: A poem 

For thirty years, I did not write  Do you understand my straitjacketed plight?  It was not because of fright  But because Prakash hijacked everything in my sight  I had to be King of Death, and forget passion  I still have abandoned every aspiration  There were many promises; but I didn’t take gifts  For, Prakash wouldContinue reading “For thirty years, I did not write…: A poem “

A few words to say, I may: A poem 

I have sacrificed many a life  and never asked anything in return, at any time  It is Prakash who wants what is mine  What is a creeper, what is a (di)vine?  And Akhenaten (Moses) only looked to the sun  and of them nine, he wanted none  The priesthood fumed and spurred a revolt  And MosesContinue reading “A few words to say, I may: A poem “