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Sukrita s poetry lives and breathes the world of everyday turmoil: the homeless shivering in the rain; the guard at the Viceregal Lodge recounting his strange fascination for the cold, blue eyes of his former masters; the transience of memory; the fear of looking too closely, lest one s suspicions be confirmed; the loneliness of old age in a cold country … Gulzar s translations the original that lurked somewhere in the English poems, perhaps bring to life a parallel world of quiet elegance and intensely felt emotions. In the poet s own words, it is in these translations that these poems come home .