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Delhiwale: His heap of broken images

While the sun beats, the dead tree gives no shelter, and the cricket no relief. The world is a heap of broken images. This evocation from poet TS Eliot's Waste Land can get uncomfortably personal. After all, a substantial chunk of our lives consists of a heap of unfinished fragments. We rarely reach the end of things. Our incomplete endeavours are of many types—a broken New Year resolution, an aborted love affair, or even a thing as banal as the Uber driver cancelling the ride. Here are three of citizen Arjit Roy's many untitled verses that failed to find their end. This evening, the Rohini-based poet scrolls through his mobile phone, showing the poems he couldn't complete due to various reasons, despite his best attempts. (Judgmental readers must be gently told that Arijit has already published a book of completed poems! Brave of him to share his incomplete works, instead of the other way round.) 1. The moon is cut in two equal halves tonight It is cut with such exactness Such quality Such precision That I look at the moon and wonder If a scale was used perhaps So perfect it indeed seems That the mind is forced to ask Was it possible without human touch Or is it so perfect Because of its very absence 2. Why is April The National Poetry Writing Month Is it because No other month had a say Or Nothing is more lovely Than a summer's day But not in India though Then why so Is April given this status? I think it's for the April's fool And just to look a bit more cool For only fools write poetry, that too in English in India And that too for 30 days Surely, these chaps didn't know of life's other ways MBA, Civils, NET, SSC, IIT & GATE Those who aren't really poets, can leave You aren't late 3. O Amaltas tree If I touch your lowest flower Will you also grow into me?