My home grew wizened on its Vivid Bharati <br />Its highs and lows, the fluctuating waves <br />Its knob has forsaken us in our last whitewash <br />Cells heated in the sun turn silent by nightfall <br />In between the headlines <br /> <br />Cowering from the rough wind in the open streets, at the heart of Eindhoven <br />I stand near a large building of Philips Corporation <br />I walk the zebra-crossing ponderingly <br />Is it our Philips Radio? <br /> <br />[Translation from Hindi: Arup K Chatterjee]<br /><br />Mohan Rana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/philips-radio/
