O.P.Bhatnagar As A Poet- Ii

Poetry as oneiric visions, Thought poems, The angels retreating With wit and irony, Feeling fossils. Bhatnagar as a poet Is ironical and witty, Sardonic and satiric, A poet of social poetry Drawing from realities. Shadows in floodlights, How to recognize them, Flames of darkness cooling And the lights falling Lighting the misty surface, But still some standing in the dark. The faces coloured and painted Cannot be so easily As they the modern men Of the modern age City-dwelling And of the urban space. Somewhere succeeds he, But fails and falters too With his monotonous wit and intellect, As all the times thoughts cannot be Turned into poems which does he so often. His is a story of a modern man, Eaten by intellect, Exhausted and exasperated And bewildered, At a loss as for what to do, what not And where to go? Wealth and material assets Cannot give to him What he seems to extract from, What he seeks to derive from Leading him nowhere From where the retreat is not possible.