Born in a bullock cart,
Vasu saar, a school master
without schools, teachers,
taught.
...
uncinematic profile,
in a jibba, mundu,
deep in an armchair,
warmed in jute sacks
free at ration shops.
...
when kids tailed him
with whistles,
tugged at his clothes,
he wanted more.
...
Vasu saar
had holes in him
for hide and seek.
...
at his best,
a half-shut cash box
at Potti's eatery
near Three Lamps corner.
...
cool as Gita,
book and wife shy,
a bouncy daughter
Gita, deep fried.
...
odd hours
at temple pond
noting
suns and moons bathe
and dance.
...
school bell gonged;
Vasu Saar at
Three Lamps bus stop
for the day's bus
loaded with tales to jot
a Saarian epic.
...
Was there when
the one platform railway
station
flagged a single bogey
steam engine,
lugging a Sarrian epic.
....
Vasu saar -
an autobiography -
by Kalli a lady,
a stray,
without an okay;
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