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. Ashok Sawhny was born in
Lahore, Punjab, in 1937. The family moved to New Delhi, India after
Partition in 1947. Schooled at Modern School, New Delhi, and
graduating in Economics from St Stephen's College, Delhi, he worked
with Indian industry until 1977 and then started his own
international trading company, Monarch International, of which he
is president. His love for art, literature and the finer side of
life finds expression in his earlier books, The Sands of Time, As
Time Goes By, Fruit Salad, Chequerboard and To Have Loved. He also
writes in Urdu language. Ashok Sawhny not only is prolific in his
output of poems, his work provokes us into new realms of thinking
about the world and our lives. David McNally, EVEN EAGLES NEED A
PUSH
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