Yogesh Patel will hold all rights here as long as people will put their money in poet’s hat!
A nib stabs words on a paper
only to find blood
But the poet was already buried
Love entombed forever....
Each poppy has a story
Who will remember those who fell
In the blank paper landscape
Now singing as poppies?
Being Somebody
In the end it only proves
You were noticed, named
Only when you left home
(A short poem from Swimming with Whales)
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There is no plaque erected for the Thames whale, the lost immigrant. Philip Hoare wrote a lovely piece in the Guardian about it. I too endorse the view.
The following lines are from poet’s Swimming with Whales
Future
an old man said:
in the good old days
there were birds
beautiful
colourful
chanting sweet songs
the children
accustomed to warplanes
stared at him
with eyes wide, disbelieving
then exploded:
rogue! he is a liar!
Read on BBC Radio London
From the Poet’s collection Bottled Ganges
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By
Yogesh Patel
