Anita Nahal |
By
Anita Nahal
This
poem is inspired by a 2021 American Netflix drama series, Sweet Tooth based on
Jeff Lemire’s comic series. In it, hybrids of human and animals attempt to save
themselves from pure humans. Gus is the main character in Sweet Tooth. The poem
is also inspired by both the Walt Disney movie adaptation and the original, The
Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling (1894). Kaa, Baloo, Sher Khan, Bagheera and
Mowgli are characters from The Jungle Book.
Everywhere
there’s a weird artificial jungle. Under, around, skirting tween, and on our
bodies too. Sometimes naked and weeping. The bodies. Or maybe the jungle, which
looks too exact. Too perfect. Is it utopia or dystopia? Depends on us. Sirens
screech. People scream. Things thud, thump, jingle, roam, romp and mingle. And
destinies go in a loop. Watching from the clouds, Gandhi went visiting in his
loved loin cloth carrying an Ahmisa* placard. But no one was there. Just
burnt trees, buildings, and cars covered with ash, soot, tears, salt, sugar,
and some water droplets. He takes a bit of the salt, sugar and water and mixes,
and places in a knot at the end of his loin cloth. Trudges on.
From
somewhere, Kaa could be heard:
“Do
you know, I can eat your khadi cloth, you, and all
One
gulp of you
Smug
about nonviolence, that is you
One
simple morsel, that’s all it will take
To
have you in my tummy bake
You,
your khadi cloth, and all.”
Gandhi
retorted, “You don’t have enough might to eat me. My nonviolence will give you
diarrhea.”
Baloo
chuckling, sighing could be heard, in his deep baritone,
“And
there you have it, Gandhi. Kaa is crazy…crazy, crazy tizzy
To
eat you and the man-cub and pretend he’s busy
Let
is seem all is bright, blaring, and glitzy
When
nothing’s left to be balmy
Nothing
that’s cheerful and summery
And
there you have it, Gandhi. Kaa’s crazy…crazy, crazy, tizzy.”
Sher
Khan roars, Bagheera laughs with Mowgli
on his back. And Gandhi runs towards a light. Under a tiny tent sat Gus with
a torch, shivering, ears upright at the sound of steps. Shadows loom large. Of
Gandhi, Martin, Mandela. And of our ancestors. And of all the souls died
in road accidents, tsunamis, earthquakes, hurricanes, droughts, killed in wars,
riots, murdered, raped, disease killed, or hung themselves. Gus barely
lifts the tent and Gandhi’s tears fall on his deer like nose and onto the
parched Earth below. ORS** from the knot in his loin cloth falls too. All
disappear. A new leaf is soon seen blowin’ in the wind***.
*Ahimsa: Non-violence
**ORS: Oral rehydration solution
***Blowin’ in the wind is a song written by Bob Dylan
in 1962 BIO
Bio:
Anita Nahal is a Pushcart Prize-nominated Indian American author and professor.
She teaches at the University of the District of Columbia, Washington
DC. Anita has one novel, four poetry books, four for children and
five edited anthologies to her credit among others. Her third poetry
book, What’s wrong with us Kali women? (Kelsay, 2021) and her novel,
Drenched Thoughts (Authorspress, 2023) are prescribed as mandatory reading in a
course on Multicultural Society at Utrecht University, The Netherlands. Anita
is the daughter of Sahitya Akademi award-winning Indian novelist, Late Dr.
Chaman Nahal, and educationist Late Dr. Sudarshna Nahal.
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