I opened my window and looked
At the mist-drenched dawn.
A few stars were still lingering in the sky
And man and animal were rising
From their sleep, rubbing eyes, yawning,
Not ready yet to leave their comfort zones.
In high spirit and artistic purity,
The poet fashioned the drama of existence,
Which exerted a far-reaching influence
On our age and ages to come.
Having gone through tragedies of epic proportion,
Like the allegory ‘The old man and the sea’,
He gave a thought to those memories,
Those bitter sweet memories of poverty,
The number of times he was sent on exile
Owing to caste, helplessness and silence.
However, those very moments of exile
Opened his eyes to life, the insatiable ocean
Very few can delve deep enough
To find the pearls of beauty and wisdom.
Yet, he did find his pearls, genuine and pure
And his journey gained momentum.
His lyrics written with petrichor,
All readers say encore,
His poems intertwining the pains and the pleasures
Of mankind, lost in the maze of war and betrayal,
Introducing a new continent into Literature
And his novels relate the stories of
Men and women with their hidden mysteries,
Emotions stripped bare as he catches
The dewdrop and reflects the cosmos.