Forty Four Poems
By Ajay Singh Yadav

Power

I know you have the power
To call forth the four winds of heaven.
At your call the thunder hearkens loud,
And the forked lightning dances
Across mountains of cloud.

But madam, these powers were not given
To change the cycle of the seasons
And confound summer with winter weather.
Or any of the wayward reason
That occur to those with power.

They were given:
That all men and women
Might see in a willful creature of the earth
The forbearance of heaven

Table of Contents

• About the Author• A Hotel In Paharganj• A Modern Politician• The Colors of the Grass• After the second rain• The Christian Cemetery at Betul• Give me a lonely Road• Two Nandis• Black Beauty• A Memory• Silent Witness• Mademoiselle• Alfristoun• On the Way to the Garden• Listen to the Silence• The Forest in Summer• Palash• Kaliasote in Winter• The Abandoned House• Poetry is a Load of Crap• October Rain• Nocturne 2• The Lonesome Graveyard• Chikaldara• A Forest Shrine• Nocturnal Walk• Samardha• Samardha Revisited• Power• Evening In The Park• Moving On• Moonlight• August Afternoon• The Cemetery At Kashmiri Gate Delhi• The Poet’s Vocation• The Craft of Verse• Uttarkashi• Aurangzeb• The Successful Poet• In Memoriam• The Landscape of My Mind• Epitaph• A Civil Servant Remembers• A Hotel Room• A Good Man is Forever