I Do Not Know, How Does He Keep Informed? (For Khushwant Singh)

I do not know, how does he keep himself informed, An author so knowledgeable and factual, So informed and read, What can he not say about, Just liking a fillip, Regaling and entertaining you? His memoir and remembrance, reminiscence and memory A diary of the whole century, What can not say, Power, politics, chair, post and displacement, Love-letter, love-affair and love-marriage, Height, nature, surname and temperament, There is nothing hidden from? A writer from the undivided Punjab, he is a funny man Of Indian literature, A journo, a politico, An autobiographer, a historian and a feature writer, Turning gossips into the tidbits of literature, An interesting talker, gossiper is he, Khushwant Singh, the dirty man not, But the bold and daring man of literature. He can tell about catwalks and fashion designers, The heights of politicians, The longer South Indian names and surnames, Classical Indian music and poetry And their gharanas, household traditions, Carried forward by kingly courts And the kings and queens of Britain.