The rustic scent of the village
Where I was born filled the air.
Meek as a lamb, I sat by the fireside.
The hooting of the owl
And the howling of the jackal
With the twinkling glow worms
Conjured memories of the past
With condensed, translucent images,
Red for some of the time
And white for the rest of the time.
Explorer of humanity, beyond and below
The reigning civilization,
The landscape of the dispossessed,
Forcing entry into oppression’s closed door,
I contemplated on the absurdity
Of society’s cliches and their
Subjugating power, with skepticism.
In different forms, I have portrayed
How works of lyrical beauty and ethical depth
Can move the masses, pretending to sleep
On the bed of ignorance,
To reach those high spirits and purity,
Purity of thoughts, words and action
That create fearless love for truth
And keen psychological insight
With plastic clarity.
With visionary force and poetic import,
An outcome of multicultural commitment,
I make an appeal to this divided civilization,
Fading for some of the time
And ailing for most of the time
To wake up and apprehend
Our elusive reality.