Issue 5 – Sen

Gautam Sen


When I’d been lauded
For a book of poems I’d written,
When a speech had been delivered
In my praise,
When the prize
Had been handed over to me
And my hand enthusiastically shaken,
When I’d duly smiled
Through all the formalities of ceremony
And the multifarious gestures
Of appreciation …
When I was through enjoying these
And other similar miscellaneous things,
And feeling one foot taller than I was,
I retired quietly to my study,
And browsing through the book
That had won such accolade,

Identified the errors
I had made in it
That had so far gone unnoticed,
And cut myself
Down to size.