Apology To Eliot

Let us go to certain half-desserted restaurant Where cheese is spread on the table like an elkmilksheet Steaks are burnt, curries are bland, puddings are mulberry mist Let us go to certain half-deserted street Where women come and go like milkrunners Wenches in hand the spanners span the Einstein's space ( Here I am dizzy,I am confused, should it be my space?) They are savvy nuts pulling legs of navvies They are all dancing quirks and frizzling squidface I am Nero, I am nerd, I like to fly like a booming bird But hey see all ******** I am bamboozled in a brown pit I am cheated, I am a cheat I am timid, I browbeat Let us go to certain half-deserted street Kiss her kill her miss her mess her give Sue a treat I am not fit. I have heard bunkers singing Weapons roar, F-16 kinking Tattered cops and freaks swinging Cows are mooing churchbells ringing. Children laughing, couples blinking Midsummer snow snowstars twinkling. Churchbells ringing........................ Shanti Shanti Shanti.

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Gary Bateman

Date: 9/13/2014 5:24:00 PM

Rajat . . . I am sure that T.S. Eliot would approve of your modified, improved version here. I'm an Eliot and Pound man. I certainly appreciate your parody in places with "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock." Very interesting read!! Cheers, Gary

Terrell Martin

Date: 9/13/2014 3:38:00 PM

Even though I don't fully comprehend the meaning of the words such as "elkmilksheet" and "Shanti", I like the spirit and rhythm of this poem. Its full of life and the exuberance of people and animals and of being "bamboozled!" Who hasn't felt this way some time or another? Well done! Terry

Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
Date: 9/14/2014 9:29:00 AM

I am extremely happy to know that you are genuinely interested. Thank you. Love Terrell.

Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
Date: 9/14/2014 9:26:00 AM

elkmilksheet is the compound word coined by me.It means sheet of cheese made from elk-milk. "Shanti" is the Sanskrit word for "Peace". I request you to read T.S.Eliot's " The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock" and " The Waste Land ( Part V: What the Thunder Said)." This great poem(The waste land) ends with chanting Shantih three times (Shanti and Shantih mean the same). This is the ritualistic incantation since ancient times in India done for the well-being of all creations of God after reciting all mantras or chants.