Short Pommy Poems

(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....

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