Tuesday 5 September 2017

I like to read prose and literature in English. But when it comes to poetry, the language of choice is Hindustani, that is, a seamless mingling of Hindi and Urdu. When I came upon the works of Dushyant Kumar (1933-1975), it really shook me up and spoke to me on so many levels. The smoldering fire of his poetry is camouflaged by a strange tenderness which is almost like a longing. Looking forward to this one.
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