The author is a Delhi-based business leader and poet
Bits of Satan live within me
Rob the poor to feed the rich
Prairies, Steppes, Savannahs all
Black as coal is a nice expression
When months and years don’t count anymore
Que Sera Sera, whatever will be
Dreams are what I mostly sell
Does the Heart have eyes
For the Gods to receive my prayers
O, how pretty can barren be
South Asia Monitor