This American poet has lived in our midst for more than a decade, doing what most of us never do. Taking long walks — sometimes for hours at a time. And particularly in a teeming corner of Delhi near a smelly drain — not far from his home in Panchsheel Park. “We’ll try retracing our route or if that’s too complicated we’ll just hail an auto!”The intrepid poet doesn’t even rule out the brazenly busy and dangerous Outer Ring Road. In today’s grimy sky,the evening sun glowslike an electric tangerine,and wood smoke from campfirescovers the scentof swamp gas and sewer.

Source: Hindustan Times February 05, 2018 04:52 UTC