Keki N.Daruwalla

A Parsi man of Parsi heart, Mind and soul, A police officer by profession But an M.A.in English, He is a tragedian, One concerned with depicting life otherwise Just taking Blakian ignorance, I mean the tiger, The Ted Hughesian hawk And the Alfred Lord Tennnysonian Nature red in tooth and claw And the Robert Browningian monologues, The Aristotlean tragedy as delved deep in Poetics. A poet of the morgue, the post-mortem house, Violence, murder, bloodshed, Accident and its rumination, Catharsis, hubris and purgation, Cause and effect, Suspense, fear, guilt and suispect, He is dramamtic and psychological, Sardonic and sarcastic. A lost mother tongue and lost land, He is in search of a motherland, The quest for identity marauds the self But instead of that is peculiarly Indian, Taking the side of Charvak and Karna, He depicts and describes India, The landscapes of it With the call of the wild and wintry chill, The flood waters swirling and devastating, The Towers of Silence on which the Parsis expose their dead And the Fire Hymns.