In my own  house.

In my own  house, everywhere,

Every cupboard  overflows

With   books  of  ancient galore,

and  modernity ,both  for

Teaching   and  Research

And  Knowledge  to  update

With  the current  affairs.

Only  enough Time is  not

For  me. Why  Time  should

Care  for  my  avocations?

Occupations. It  flies  on its

Scheduled  Wings  and

Predestined  Chart.

 I sit   and  ruminate,

 In my yesteryear, in  my

Palatial  house of  grandparents

Books  were  there. Upanishads

Vedas   and Puranas  rich

In  grandsire’s   room  and

How  he  divided  his time

Between  cows   and milking

and greens   and  drawing  water

filling  tubs.  My grandmother

a  devout, patient  woman,

silent  sufferer. I read  her

example, a  notable   Book

for  me. This  book  lives 

with  me, going  before me.