Nissim Ezekiel

a poem by Suhas Chavan

He passed on;
Literary world
in tatters:
Not that it never was.
Only,
He made big
difference!
Irani hotel
missing him
Chandu waiter
tearfully says;
In dumb Mumbai’s
bylanes
a part of him
lies still;
Cry, cry for him,
the Sonata of
soaring:
Timeless Nissim’s
pigeons
outside the window
on Marine Drive!