THE H
I have surveyed all
letters
from A to Z
found them humped, uneven,
close, crooked, club-footed,
weak, wild, weather-beaten,
protean, protruding, pouchy,
one-sided and vain-glorious,
dangling right or left in crisp
mood,
the meeting points of the
fallen
except the Himalayan H.
It’s simple, straight,
cypress-like,
tall, open, and wide,
graceful, erect, without loops,
stately, unageing,
youthful
Symmetrical and
well-poised,
unchanging whether up or down,
inside out or outside in
the standing image of a
springboard,
the sojourn and jump to
wiry walkers.
This is the
without any verbiage.
It’s the worst offender
to eyes
when small it is,
soon shrivells
in size
becomes poor, parochial,
insolvent,
a picture of three-dimensional
crookedness,
the creeping creature
moving in the garden
in search of easy prey.
But the H is
The
Head, the
–
Jaipur