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Pranab Ghosh |
Mission:
Rescue...!
I learnt about Diana's Tree*
the other day,
While travelling in a suburban train.
I fell in love with...
The tree?
The poet?
The time she belonged to...?
Or...?
I counted the time...
I did not use my watch...
But palms of my hands...
The burnt remains of civilisation...
My origin...
My roots...
I consigned to the Ganges
And...
Walked away without looking behind...!
This was days before...
Days...
Months...
Years...
Now...,
But...
Ashes do not ask questions.
Neither do they fly across your face...,
But settles peacefully in the earth that
holds us...
You and me
... and all of us...!
...Holds us close to her...
To each other...
That earth is losing her grip on us...
So I felt and longed to touch...
The Diana’s Tree...!
... It can only be felt...!
... can also be seen...?
But, felt...
Your ‘wisdom’ the ‘sensory organ’...!
Still...
Still I wanted to fall in love with the
Tree...
Still I wanted to be with...
No,
Not
The
Tree,
But You, You, You,
Who has lost her way in the myriad
Desires of ‘wolfish’ jest,
And rescue You, You, You...
From the ‘clutches’ of the ‘beasts’ that
have made the ‘civilisation’ bleed since it’s very inception...!
Very inception...
Yes,
Very inception...!
Yet, even today, we fail, and miserably so,
To thwart their evil design...
To numb them out of ‘business’...!
But instead, coyly succumb...,
Driven by our ‘greed’...
But not me...
Not me...
Not me...
So, I swear by all the dead souls...
To rescue You
You...
You...
You...
And before I do so...
I want to look back once
At the Diana’s Tree
What if I have fallen in love with..., as I
was looking at...?
What if...
What if...?
That’s nothing to do with my ‘mission’...
I will rescue You
From the ‘clutches’ of the ‘wolves’!
Go
And
Ask
The
Diana’s Tree
She will also tell you the...
SAMe thing!!!
Or will she not?!!!
Why don’t you check out?
Please!
*Diana’s Tree
is a collection of short poems by Alejandra Pizarnik (April 29, 1936 – Sept 25,
1972), a poet born in Buenos Aires, Argentina. Simply put ‘Diana’s Tree’ (the
Tree itself) is a ‘sort of’ ‘mythical’ tree!
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This is
Not a Poem!
The rust’s falling off
The scalpel
Still in use!!!
This is no mad doc’s diary...
Mind you..., but...,
What?
This is an ‘anonymous’ grievance-redressal log
book!
‘They’ve raped her to death...
‘They’ve used ‘fake drugs’ to kill...
‘They have sold available vacancies to ‘nonentities’...
‘They’ve...’
The endless entries are written in blood
and tears!
Yet...
Yet...
Yet...
What?
“It takes time to change things!
“Be patient...
“Be calm...
“Do not make any noise...
“Do not protest...
“And
“This is a must...
“Do not disrupt!
“Got it?
“Got it?
“Got it?
“We are doing everything in our capacity...
“...It takes time...
You know!”
Tears and sighs have...
In the meanwhile
Swamped ‘localities’ and dried up ‘lives’!
Many have become ‘living dead’!
‘Please’!!!
“Patience please!”
“Patience please!”
...
‘But for how long?’
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Poems by
Pranab Ghosh
Author’s note: The emotions here are triggered by the
‘incidents’ taking place, perhaps with far greater frequency than desired in a
‘civilised’ society, in which we live here, at Kolkata, a metropolitan city, in
West Bengal, India.
Author’s Bio: Pranab Ghosh is an award-winning journalist, author and poet. His latest books of poems, Karma Cola (Impspired.com, UK) and Love, Religion & Politics (Virasat, Kolkata) had been published in 2023. His other three books of poems are, Air & Age... (2016), Soul Searching and Other Poems (2017, Scarletleaf Publishing LLP, Toronto, Canada) and Vision of the World and Other Poems (Impspired.com, UK). His poems and short stories have been published by several magazines, e-mags and anthologies, including Indian Literature, Piker Press, Dissident Voice, Setu Bilingual Magazine, Memoryhouse, Impspired.com, etc., brought out by publishers world over. He, at present, lives in Kolkata, West Bengal.
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