Whistle in the Wind

The author in Roman Basu actualizes a rare order of awareness in his verses. A multi-universe of experience is indeed reflected in his words. The poet in him is often all praise and obsessed with the symbol of the heart’s ascent. His words are quietly recharged with an unusual, confiding intimacy, as well as firmly expressed intensity. Even then the usual struggle of a poet with his demon is nowhere evident in any of his verses. By and large they express the moment when he has passed through diurnal uncertainty into the region of peace and wherein everything has as if miraculously become as clear as sparkling crystal washed by torrents of snowflakes into dazzling purity. Thus, one of the salient features of his speech is its psychic atmosphere. The secret of the work lies in its underlying themes, whose framework is imagined no matter which way any of the verses have been individually written. Thus they invariably retain the atmosphere of life’s sacred mystery of us. It is usual for the average poet to dig out things from a soil that is the common property of everyone. With Basu matters are a little different. His implicit messages are pregnant with hints to inner culture. The unity of his work, as novelist and poet, is the unity of his basic moral passion. His poems are means of reuniting him with himself.