His eyesight failed him,
But in his soldier's hands,
Still held like a sword,
Was the mirror of couplets.
By every post came
Friends' verses to correct,
But his rosary-chain
Was a string of debts.
[From: Both Sides of the Sky] (anthology ed. by Eunice de Souza)
Arvind Krishna Mehrotra
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