FREIBURGER ZEITGEISTLITERATURE (Satis Shroff)

Satis Shroff's ZEITGEIST LITERATURE : TRAVEL'D ROADS By Satis Shroff : Travel’d Roads (Satis Shroff) Dharma Chettri is a lean young boy,with Causacian features like his Dad, but his lowe...

Travel’d Roads (Satis Shroff) Dharma Chettri is a lean young boy,with Causacian features like his Dad, but his lower jaw and fine white teeth betray something of a Mongolian melange, genetically inherited from his Ama, his Mom. He wears a smile that you’d describe as honest and winning. After the winter holidays he always returns from his relatives home in Bombay with a new set of shirts and pants and even pocket-money from his grandpa. The shirts are fancy handloom products, and he’s pretty smartly dressed. His Ama knits him also pullovers with decent patterns. And he has good, well-polished black shoes on even when he doesn’t have school. The school demands that the lads should wear English uniforms: a pair of grey trousers, a light and dark blue striped tie, white shirt and a blue blazer. The outfit is good for the winter months in the hilly regions but the kids start sweating under the scorching Asian sun in summer. He is agile, both in body and mind, a

Kathmandu is Nepal (Satis Shroff, Freiburg), a poem by Satis Shroff, Germany

Satis Shroff's ZEITGEIST LITERATURE : THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS (Satis Shroff) : What hope of answer or redress? Behind the veil, behind the veil. (Tennyson) THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS (Satis Shroff) In Venice I...

What hope of answer or redress? Behind the veil, behind the veil. (Tennyson) THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS (Satis Shroff) In Venice I stood on the Bridge of Sighs, Thought about the Doge’s palace And the prison beyond the bridge, I was imprisoned in my mind. Thought about the Doge’s palace, In Venice I stood on the Bridge of Sighs, I was imprisoned in my mind, For a life was underway. It was a far better choice I had made, I was imprisoned in my mind. The product of our genes, For a life was underway. I was imprisoned in my mind, Swimming in a small amniotic sea; For a life was underway, I had to say adieu to a love. Swimming in a small amniotic sea, That was not to be. I had to say adieu to a love; Too many verbal battles. That was not to be, Malicious verbal daggers drawn, Why, O why, couldn’t we go asunder, I had to say adieu to a love. Malicious verbal daggers drawn, In Frieden like civilised people, I had to sa