Brought up as a single child guarded by two gunmen, with guardians and tutors to educate him, it was evident that V. P. Singh was to develop an affinity to the written word and the visual forms of things around him. This helped to develop both the poet and the artist in him. In his poetry, we find him reflecting on the ambiguities of his situation.He says in his poems, “Anonymous”:

Here, one can sense the pain of an individual astride two horses. At the same time, his candour reflects the sense of confidence of a younger brother who became the heir to a larger estate and later the prime minister of his country.

In yet another poem of his “Soot”, we see another move forward: Here we see a man’s clear cut commitment to the working class, a commitment that was once shrouded in the cloudy Gandhian concepts of social trusteeship and charity in his life.

Indeed, it is no accident that while he has never come out openly to campaign for the CPI (M) in his home constituency of Meja (of which Manda is a part) as he has done in West Bengal or even in Mirzapur in U.P., for the last two terms it has been represented by a CPI (M) candidate. The poet has not failed to note this. He welcomes this change. He has come a long way from the days when he was an idealistic Bhoodan activist.