I want to find poets.
Not the famous ones, not the ones who grace NRI “Kavi Sammelans” in New
Jersey and Chicago, not the ones who get fat envelopes after reciting in big,
organised conclaves, but the ones who live next door.
Is that quiet man,
with a regular job, a serious poet? What does he write and who does he recite
to? Will he ever get published? So one, cold day I left Delhi, with my
photographer friend Harikirshna Katragadda in tow, to find the next-door poet
is a freelance journalist based in Delhi.
