In this evening
In this evening,
When I was stopping by on snowy evening
And the road not taken.
When breeze are blowing and sparrows are singing
Life is stopped.
Being hopeless and waiting for Godot.
Life is being Theatre of absurd
And comedy of menace is running on.
Orlando become an artist of the floating world
Remembering sept 1, 1986
I was in memory of W.B. yeast and reading
Epitaph of tyrant.
Waiting for Second coming ,
On being asked for a war poem.
My land become ‘The Waste Land’
And Journey is Long Day’s Journey into the night.
Listing the bells and chanting sound of temple
Remembering For Whom the Bell Tolls’
My setting in Transcendentalism
Trends and movements of war poem
Richards reading of Rasa theory
And Northrop intrested in Alankar, Vakrokti. Dhvani, Riti and Auchiti.
The Great Gatsby on Rolling stone
Drinking juice of the fire and ice
Blowing on the wind.
By NIDHI JETHAVA
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