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Poetry

Rewriting

By Kumar Bhatt

REWRITING

I wish
I could think
In an ir - erasable way
So that what I write
Need not be rewritten
To satisfy
The whims of expert ideas
That are invited
To find excuses
For erasing
What I just wrote.

It is not that
I want to write
Something unforgettable.
For many such things
Are often better off
When erased,
And I don't like
To erase anything.

Unfortunately it happens
Sometimes or Often
Or Usually that
What is just written
Feels itself to be immature,
Not properly dressed,
To be presented to
The gaze of others.

What can one do
Except agreeing to erase
Such immature words.

But that is painful..
Or perhaps
It ought to be painful
With a tinge of guilt
For not being able to think
In an ir - erasable way.
Though perhaps
Not as painful
As erasing the lives
That are just being formed and don't yet know
If they are presentable!
The Dance of Death by Hans Holbein (1497–1543)

Kumar Bhatt  is a retired professor of Physics interested in everything in general. After retirement in 2002, he has been trying to learn to write. He lives in Ahmedabad.

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Poetry

A Dream

By Kumar Bhatt

A DREAM

'How are
Your In-laws, Husband,
Parents, Children, Home and You? '
He asked in a cascade.

If he had
Put me first in the list,
I would have forgotten myself
When he came to the end
Of his long inquiry
That drills into my life.

I hardly know him,
Going by the number of words
Exchanged between us.
He is not close enough to me to ask me anything more than,
'How are you? '

Everyone has parents.
But he just assumes
That I have in-laws,
a husband, children and home!

He has a weakness
for assuming.

He was a stranger
But he felt intimate.
And I told him about
My dream.
It was a modest dream,
Almost trivial as dreams go,
But precious to me
Nonetheless.

Most dreams
Are like bubbles.
They burst
After floating for a while.
Only a few
Are like drops of rain
That make it to the ground
On the sands in a desert.

I assume
He wanted to ask me
About my dream.

If he had
The courage to ask,
I would have told him,
My dream was
Like that drop of rain.

Kumar Bhatt  is a retired professor of Physics interested in everything in general. After retirement in 2002, he has been trying to learn to write. He lives in Ahmedabad.

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