My Work - Poetry


When you became a part of my life
That part became the whole
... And you have become myself!
Do not think me mad
Raving deliriously...
True, we have two separate forms,
Divided by seas and deserts
True, my features are rugged
Whilst your face boasts the prettiest of contours
Yet you are here ...
Inside me
In the beat of my heart
In the pulsations of my arteries
And the sighs within my breath.
For I am you
Since I have become inhabited by this magic,
Like poetry inhabits words.

Roorkee, 1968