What have you written, is this prose or poetry, is this a story or sorrow, is this anger or resentment, is this love or regret, is this imagination or reality, what is this friend, were you writing a novel in exile? Now as soon as you have returned, you have stunned the bowlers, you have hit fours and sixes with your pen.

The rest you only know, what was this,

With goodwill, your victorious feeling.