wrote his vast and wonderful
Shantaram
( 'probably the best book I have ever read',
competing with Malone Dies and The Brothers Karamazov,
though some denounce it as self-aggrandising drivel)
three times: twice it was destroyed
after confiscation by extremistly uncivil
Authorities.
Of my hundreds of poems
I can recite just one.
Of my hundreds of blogs
I can remember none.
Quite apart from the courageous
will-power involved,
how did Mr Roberts manage
to recall the details that occupy
over nine hundred very well-paced
and well-written pages ?
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