Keki Daruwalla Poems
- Before The Word Corn is great, on the cob or otherwise, but...
- Suddenly The Tree The hive slept like Argus its thousand ...
- Fish The sea came in with her and her curved snout and her ...
- Sappho To Aphrodite Long and lonely are my nights. Come ...
- Bars If you want a cage, my dear you do not have to ...
- Underwater Notes I am alone in the house. It is warm ...
- Map-Maker Perhaps I'll wake up on some alien shore In the ...
Keki Nasserwanji Daruwalla was born in 1937 in Lahore in undivided India. In
1945 his father Prof. N.C. Daruwalla retired from Govt. College Lyallpur (now
Shah Faizlabad) and moved to Junagadh as Tutor and Guardian to the Prince.
His latest novel Ancestral Affairs (Harpercollins, 2015) dwells on Junagadh’s
disastrous accession to Pakistan in 1947. From Junagadh the family moved to
Rampur in UP in 1948, where he first studied in Baqar School and later Raza
Inter college. His early education, mostly in sub –standard institutions, was
pretty chaotic, especially because the language of instruction kept changing,
the last two being Urdu and then ... more »
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Before The Word
Corn is great, on the cob or otherwise,
but before corn in the ear there was life.
Fire is holy especially for Zoroastrians,
but before fire too there was life.
Before the bowstring and the flint arrow sang,
there was life.
The word is great,
yet there was life before the word.
We can't turn romantic and say
we were into bird speech or river-roar then,
into the silence of frost
or the language of rain.
But forest speech and swamp speech
came through easier to us.
When lightning crashed,
the cry of the marsh bird was our cry, ...