The new moon was riding high
On the back of sun’s seventh horse
A crazy octopus was running after her
The life on planet stood standstill…
It’s an excerpt from one of his poems.
With considerable interest and reverence
I read his compositions umpteen times
From beginning to end and vice versa.
Unable to decipher implied meaning or idea
I started cursing my own stars and Almighty
For being so miserly while blessing me
With so low an intellect and wisdom.
Metaphysics combined with mysticism
Render together a deadly combination
And so his larger than life-size poems
Remain poet’s delight and readers’ pain.
