|PARESH CHANDRA ROUT
THE SECOND CHAPTER
To this we have come, through many sorrows
past the ashes of Troy, forgetting the tyranny
and lawlessness, forgetting adultery, the faces
of rebellion, the loaned houses of Harappa,
the lanes and corners and swarms of children,
the memories of those other islands
washed by the seven seas.
Will we go back again to that first tangled evening ?
If we wish to remember today
Libya's Lotophagi, our friends of countless lotuses,
to have our fill of many-splendoured dreams,
to enjoy the soft spume of this rood
and as swine under Circe's magic spell.
If here we spend some days
why then should we suffer remorse ?
Why should we invoke phantoms, hoping for prophecies to come about ?
May be they will shatter our dreams again
with loud proclamations
in the words of Gandhi, Buddha, or Jesus.