MOHINI CHATTERJEE
 
 I ASKED if I should pray.
 But the Brahmin said,
 "pray for nothing, say
 Every night in bed,
 ""I have been a king,
 I have been a slave,
 Nor is there anything.
 Fool, rascal, knave,
 That I have not been,
 And yet upon my breast
 A myriad heads have lain.'''
 That he might Set at rest
 A boy's turbulent days
 Mohini Chatterjee
 Spoke these, or words like these,
 I add in commentary,
 "Old lovers yet may have
 All that time denied –
 Grave is heaped on grave
 That they be satisfied –
 Over the blackened earth
 The old troops parade,
 Birth is heaped on Birth
 That such cannonade
 May thunder time away,
 Birth-hour and death-hour meet,
 Or, as great sages say,
 Men dance on deathless feet.' 0084