Short, crisp, highly imaginative poetic sketches from the pen of Rooma Mehra in whose poetry the impact of sculpture and painting is evident enough. Delicately sensitive, sometimes mysteriously stirred to depth, she does not try to escape the real in the clash and clamour, rather she comes to grip with the brute facts of life and transmutes them by the touch of her ontological fervour. For her knowing is becoming.Serenely humane, her poetry has the attraction of green leaves across the gray ruggedness of infertile waste.