Max Babi is an advanced trainer in surface engineering, and a multilingual poet. Music and poetry are other passions. He has been working hard on popularizing 'transcreation' instead of translations that lose the essence of a work. He lives at Pune, India with wife and a pianist daughter.
The truth is never black nor white,
nor square nor round,
nor cubic nor pyramidal,
nor an army of red ants,
not a clutch of clucking hens.
Nor a stutter of eyeless guns,
nor loaded deadly looks.
It's a momentary whorl in a placid sea,
a sudden chill on a torrid afternoon.
A leftover patch from a faded dream.
An inkling denied.