Sofiul Azam - A Jew Among the Wolves II lyrics

In Bombay you lived, winning & losing your life; your eyes longed for the place wherever you went, the gra** growing between Bombay's pavement tiles. ‘Here lies a poet whose theme was human failure - you're praised in a dozen noted obituaries indeed! Having tasted the variety of things, uncertainties, you have flown to your appointed end, venerating the rootedness in ‘the liberties of mind, ' fearing the chase of cash and idlers' knowledge, holding your own sanity hard ‘against the thieves of time.' You have fallen into a place whence you can't rise; your friends & fans will visit the grave where you lie; it's a time to change, a time to act & contemplate: alas, without you for thousands of years indeed, ‘The Rose will blossom and the Spring will bloom.' Horrors are less remote. Like a shipwrecked sailor you reached ‘the obvious shore beyond the sea; ' the d**h Express trampled you under its wheels. Black canopies will be thrust upon different skies, And mere tears will pour down from eye-sockets. Yes, this planet harbours a stock of wild paradoxes, ‘embrace & be embraced by the silence of the place.' Whether groping among giant nightmares or not, everybody's lived in this world to ‘see and be seen, ' after coming out of the prison of his own making. I myself lounged in an impa**e of my choosing, too felt ‘there's no harder prison than writing verse.' Exile made you a citizen of a language of poetry. Have you gained much in losing what not in life? Life's a carlicue that still mocks our destinations. Ezekiel, you're a ‘reluctant creature of a solitude' whose poems ‘haunt the human night, ' marking a thousand intricacies of heart & brain well-visited. You rode your ‘elephant of thought' everywhere; now my generation riding motorbikes of thought!