The Tyranny of Truth and Other Poems

How close was I to the end today? Was life in danger of losing its way? Wandering, whistling in the dark, A lonely soul on Noah's ark. Your words, says Ashok Sawhny, are what matter most, and these poems in his latest collection have a distinctly philosophical, sometimes elegiac, air, whether he's dealing with Man and his Maker, an MRI scan or a missing feathered friend. The author views with misgivings the Grim Reaper - don't we all? - but has plenty of time to enjoy Nature, the teeming subcontinent of his birth and the recollection of a first kiss. Here then is life, here is truth dressed as poetry for us all to enjoy.