My Sunset Marriage

Everyone tumbles through these pages: parent and prostitute, lover and charlatan, Jew and Turk, madman and saint, fornicator and abstainer, the geisha and the devadasi as well as the Mumbai starlet. Here’s God’s plenty. Devoured by a voracious appetite, spewed out as poems by a compulsive energy. This is modernism with its pants down, uncle Ezra lending arse at wayside inn, kala Ghoda, Bombay.