69 JAMINI ROY His purple elephants and cats Approve of me with almond eyes. The birds are blue aristocrats Who make my childhood crystallise. Among the adult fantasies Of sex and power-ridden lives, Refusing their hostilities, His all-assenting art survives. He started with a different style, He travelled, so he found his roots. His rage became a quiet smile Prolific in its proper fruits. A people painted what it saw With eyes of supply innocence. An urban artist found the law To make its spirit sing and dance.