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Ajmer Rode

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I have winged with the flock
that nest
where the crop is good.

Wandered with the yogis
who deep sleep
in a world with thin flesh

Fought along the warriors
who ask
for a glass of sherbet
at the height of the battle

Moved with the eccentrics
who transcend
boundaries of races and colors
roam free on other lands
across the oceans.

On a premature metaphor
I float
sometimes a space age messiah
sometimes a washer man’s dog
I become.

© Translation: 1985, Ajmer Rode and Ron Kwalilak
From: Blue Meditations
Publisher: Third Eye Publications, London, Canada, 1985

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© 1979, Ajmer Rode
From: Surti
Publisher: Raghbir Rachna Parkashan, Chandigarh

Ajmer Rode

Ajmer Rode

Ajmer Rode is a Canada-based Punjabi poet, playwright and translator with five volumes of poetry to his credit. He writes in Punjabi and English, and his work has been featured in literary magazines and anthologies in Canada, India and the UK. In 1994, he received the Lifetime Achievement Award from the state government of Punjab.

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Premature Metaphor

I have winged with the flock
that nest
where the crop is good.

Wandered with the yogis
who deep sleep
in a world with thin flesh

Fought along the warriors
who ask
for a glass of sherbet
at the height of the battle

Moved with the eccentrics
who transcend
boundaries of races and colors
roam free on other lands
across the oceans.

On a premature metaphor
I float
sometimes a space age messiah
sometimes a washer man’s dog
I become.

© 1985, Ajmer Rode and Ron Kwalilak
From: Blue Meditations
Publisher: 1985, Third Eye Publications, London, Canada

Premature Metaphor

I have winged with the flock
that nest
where the crop is good.

Wandered with the yogis
who deep sleep
in a world with thin flesh

Fought along the warriors
who ask
for a glass of sherbet
at the height of the battle

Moved with the eccentrics
who transcend
boundaries of races and colors
roam free on other lands
across the oceans.

On a premature metaphor
I float
sometimes a space age messiah
sometimes a washer man’s dog
I become.

© 1985, Ajmer Rode and Ron Kwalilak
From: Blue Meditations
Publisher: 1985, Third Eye Publications, London, Canada

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