Solid Impressions: Ii

(for: Harris Narang) Like a scholar of potent Nehru He comes a pommy to the Iroko; He comes from a long long voyage To behold our greying Achilles: This ever-young archer of the Iroko! A simple face of old nature’s arts Bearing the complexion Of our cherished sublimity; We saw perfection in the brief smiles; Come to us again, Narang come! Come with all the arts of India: Another eagle is flying to the Iroko; She flies singing a different song; Seeking her perfection from nature.