While I Write

K. Satchidanandan's oeuvre is marked by a keen awareness of his roots and an endearing intimacy with nature, for he grew up talking to cats and crows and trees, gods and spirits; the wind, rain and soil are his limbs, voice and soul. And yet, from this sensibility arise too poems which are global in their concerns and hide in their wake the many-layered realities of the ever-changing world around us.