Guest poem sent in by Sukrit Mehra
Doesn't one feel inadequate at writing these commentaries. How can one express in words, thoughts behind the words? How can one cross those limitations? But this poem, I think, will appeal to most of us. Anybody who ever lived must have been lonely, sometime or the other. Especially in this day and age. "The global village" is a euphemism for the "every person for himself - commando operation - world", where we exist now. It gets lonely here. Living across oceans, away from family, friends and familiarity. Somehow this poem always reminds me of "Brothers in Arms" by Dire Straits. "...Someday you'll return to, your valleys and your farms and you'll no longer burn to be Brothers in Arms." But then that is just half of the story - what about the people whose loneliness is something much more incurable and not to do with geographical location. What about them. This poem has always been special to me... It says, "hey it happens, its natural". And when nobody is there, it is. I cherish its existence in my life. Sukrit Links: We've run one Seth poem before - see poem #460 http://www.cc.emory.edu/ENGLISH/Bahri/Seth.html has a biography of Seth and a writeup on his opus 'A Suitable Boy'.