I’m not sold on this collection, on the whole, but then something like ‘Chaitanya’ reaches out and grabs you by the throat.

Chaitanya
sweet as grapes
are the stones of jejuri
said chaitanya

he popped a stone
in his mouth
and spat out gods

But a few, really great poems don’t detract from my overall impression: these are not particularly masterful poems. Maybe it is because these were written in English (not translated into English) and his poems in his native Marathi account for his small fame.

Or maybe I just don’t get it.