This is a verse written after hearing the news about VS Naipaul’s death using his book titles and hopefully …. 


Following the Bend of a river,

Leading to Miguel street towards the house of Mr Biswas,

There were magic seeds,

That made you wonder beyond belief.


That somewhere in a free state,

That had undergone a million mutinies,

Was a divide,

between the writer and the world.


Yet among the believers and others,

Between the enigma of arrival and err.. departure,

Lay an area of darkness,

Enclosed like an overcrowded barracoon.


In the future on literary occasions,

Will we ever find a center,

Dedicated to Brilliant prose and yet…

Reflect and think about the loss of VS Naipaul.