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Even now a host of miracles

hurries me a daily business,

minding the ways of the island

as a good native should,

taking calm and clamour in my stride.

(From Nissim Ezekiel’s “Island“.)

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Here among the beggars,

Hawkers, pavement sleepers,

Hutment dwellers, slums,

Dead souls of men and gods,

Burnt-out mothers, frightened

Virgins, wasted child,

And tortured animal,

All in noisy silence

Suffering the place and time,

I ride my elephant of thought.

(From Nissim Ezekiel’s “In India”.)

I have become

part of the scene

which I can neither love nor hate.

(From Nissim Ezekiel’s “The Edinburgh Interlude”.)

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