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“Poems of Chandalini” by Kalyani Thakur Charal

Pratiti Ghosh

Poems of Chandalini | Poetry Collection | Kalyani Thakur Charal | Zinia Mitra and Jaydeep Sarangi | ISBN:978-93-91736-96-5 | Birutjatio Sahitya Sammiloni, 2023 | pp 94 | ₹ 299/-

A cry for justice, a voice of Dalit womanhood and dignity in struggle 

 The Poems of Chandalini written by Kalyani Thakur Charal, is a landmark work in Dalit literature by giving voices to the struggles of women both in caste and gender discrimination from a dalit feminist perspective. She not only exudes systematic oppression but also redeems a sense of pride and strength in Dalit identity. She always uses plain and straightforward language to reveal the harsh realities avoiding unnecessary ornamentation. As a Dalit feminist poet, her work often challenges the hierarchies of society and portrays the experiences of marginalized communities.

In the Poems of Chandalini, she beautifully portrays an intense connection between nature and human existence. The imagery of river, the dusky evening and the solitary bird captures a sense of solitude, longing, timelessness and a deep connection with nature.

a solitary bird’s voices do not affect

Yet I have behind this river, this
Sky is my ageless intimate evening. (Page-13)

The solitary bird here represents isolation or unnoticed. It could also be a metaphor for marginalized voices in society who are often overlooked or spurned. In the poems of Chandalini, the poet shows how the strain of bitterness in his love transforms her simplicity into complexity.

I was never complex

You made me so. (Page-23)

But in the midst of chaos and despair her search for ‘a new country’ symbolizes a fresh start, a hope, and an escape to a liberated existence.

I’ll flood you with sms and calls

Between my sleepless nights and dreams
Standing like a pendulum (Page-33)

The pendulum imagery conveys the poet’s emotional indecision between love, longing, and torment. Her sleeplessness reflects the instability of relationships and shows her one-sided emotional labour. All those imageries like rivers, fields, pendulum, fractured home creates the personal struggles in universal experiences. The act of being ‘sent off alone’ suggests an alienated journey one that requires courage and self-dependence. The ‘boat’, though solitary becomes a vessel for the dreams of liberation.

About the social hypocrisy the poet’s tone is very much sarcastic and deeply critical.

Oh! God! Cowdung is holier than the touch of a Dalit (Page-43) 

The exclamation reveals the poet’s bitterness and sarcasm. The Poems of Chandalini portrays the oppression faced by Dalit communities across generations. In this collection Charal not only addresses the themes of cultural intolerance, opportunism and oppressive conditions faced by Dalit women but also there is an affirmative approach to take action to make a social change.

Wake up black men and women! (Page-65) 

She directly addresses the Dalit community that there is a necessity to break free from the passivity of a long history of subjugation and marginalization. There is an urgency in the tone and also an inspiring hope for change and renewal.

 Sarangi has affirmed that the poet herself wanted to be called a womanist like her fellow poet Bama. As a womanist poet, Charal’s Poems of Chandalini addresses the intersectionality of caste, gender, and identity empowering the dalit voices in Dalit literature. By using Chandalini, a term that is historically used to degrade, Kalyani Thakur Charal transforms it into a symbol of power and self-assertion. The Poems of Chandalini serve as a powerful lens to understand the caste-based atrocities for readers of all backward groups. In Dalit literary movement, her work contributes to preserve and celebrate Dalit culture, folklore and their traditions. The cultural affirmation empowers those groups to reclaim their history and heritage. For a wider audience, the Poems of Chandalini catalyzes social change by forcing privileged communities to confront caste-based injustice. Charal’s the Poems of Chandalini inspires the Dalit communities to embrace their identity rather than be ashamed of it.

 The Poems of Chandalini also raise crucial questions about literature itself: Who has the right to tell their stories? Who controls the literary canon? By breaking into a space long dominated by upper-caste voices, Charal forces readers to reconsider the biases that shape what is considered 'mainstream' literature. Her poetry challenges the deeply entrenched elitism of the literary world and demands that Dalit experiences should be seen, heard, and valued. In a world where caste-based discrimination continues Charal's poems stand as a powerful reminder that literature is not just about storytelling it is about reclaiming humanity.

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Pratiti Ghosh
Reviewer’s Bio: Pratiti Ghosh is a State Aided College Teacher in the Department of English at Muzaffar Ahmed Mahavidyalaya, Murshidabad (Affiliated to University of Kalyani). She has been teaching since 2014. Her area of interest includes Indian Writing in English, language teaching methodologies and Dalit literature. Currently, she is pursuing her Ph.D. She has actively participated and presented papers in international and national conferences and workshops.

Email: pratitighsh@gmail.com


Poetry: Zinia Mitra

Monologue

I try

to fill up the void that stares at my heart

step by step

in calculated movements

friends- family- friends again - family again

knowing deep inside none of them belong to me

it is a mind game

a game to fill up the void that stares at my heart

I create memories

like stalactites and stalagmites

concrete forms like knives

I can touch

feel

the coldness of their shapes

their sharpness

sometimes breaking small pieces and melting them

in between my palms. It is all a mind game

game of words

like cryptic crosswords or Hangman in the mind

to drown

the stillness that stares beyond the sunset

as my shadow grows taller and taller and falls

in front of me. I walk east

and deep inside I know

none of these words make any sense

severed from their contexts

from their events long enacted and frozen

in the snow- cave hanging like stalactites

rising like stalagmites

even if some of them melt in the warmth between my palms

even if

some of them glitter like sharp-edged knives

they make no sense

now

in the frozen cave

as I walk east and my shadow grows taller and taller.

It is all a mind game to fill up the void

to bury

the fear of the stillness

that will accompany the rise of the oversize moon

and wake the shadows up,

an attempt to drown the loud ringing silence that peals out

from the void of my heart

with words that make no sense now

with events that have or had

no meanings

with colours that will soon turn colourless

with the rise of the oversize moon.

Meanwhile

I walk east

and my shadow grows taller and taller

and falls in front of me.
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Zinia Mitra teaches English in the University of North Bengal. She writes from Siliguri, Darjeeling. Her poems have been published in National and International journals. She has authored books.

Poetry: Zinia Mitra

Darjeeling

Between creases of sleep and wakeful states of years     
the molten sunlight flits on ikshkus leaves  
eternity breathes behind the other slope
Darjeeling exists in a dream.

Pine trees shiver in green pherans
their aging shoulders stoop, touch mine 
peace flags with Buddha’s message 
flap colorful undertones in the wind.

Kitchen fumes spiral upwards
like affirmations of some hermetic faith    
each footstep replies to the other in boulevard silence 
chorbatos meander deep down into the unconscious.

Memories swirl on teagarden gradients 
yearning days, beggar nights, dim yellow-bulbed love-makings
cross the road to Oxford bookstore
like the penumbra of a kite’s full wingspan.

A whiff of horses’ pungent smell
the gale eats into the flesh, rain.
I wrap a half-wet dream in my woolen shawl, scrawl
a name on a condensed windowpane. 

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Zinia Mitra teaches English in the University of North Bengal. She writes from Siliguri, Darjeeling. Her poems have been published in National and International journals. She has authored books.

CELEBRATION OF LOCAL: ZINIA MITRA

Teesta I

sombre clouds hung like frowns of mythological gods
it rained for eons drenching mountains
and green lives to the core
the alpine vegetation
the fairy green grass
or those that sprout strong and sharp, the turf
and when the sun shone
Tao Lhamo Lake spread out her curly locks
which unfolded through landscapes we now call
Rangpo, Kalimpong, Jalpaiguri, Mekhliganj
and unfurled towards Bangladesh we separated
carrying the indigo blue sky
the warmth of ravines and gorges
the warm smell of tropical deciduous trees
the alpine vegetation, the verdure
the music of hill- women filling  pitchers
the rhythm of men singing together
the laughter of children playing on river banks
and the quietness of the falling sal leaves.


Teesta II

Teesta is the eye of my landscape
it links the land to the sky
all that flies in the air
all the structures on the land
angular, spherical or hollow,
or rise in the mind like the lax cottony moulds
undulate in her, breaking and joining and breaking again
along with the sapphire of the sky.

My river flows towards you.

Teesta is the life of my land
like my veins it carries the pulsation
through the rows of overpopulated slums
the dingy shops that play loud music and sell momos
between the sentient sal trees’ silent communication
between quantize boulders, mossy rocks and warm turf
my men and women are tied to her with a string.

My river carries their memory.

When rhododendrons rattle off their red
pines trees drop their cones, or pungent fruits
from fruit trees break and fall
droning her sibilant, rehearsing her song she flows
it is music that separates the land and the water
it is emotions, the emotions of a forest that had bloomed
beside the dry riverbed of your eyes.

My river is lonely.
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Zinia Mitra teaches  English in the University of North Bengal. Her travelogues and articles have been published in The Statesman. Her reviews, articles, translations have been widely published in books and journals. Her books include: Indian Poetry in English: Critical Essays, Poetry of Jayanta Mahapatra: Imagery and Experiential Identity and Twentieth Century British Literature: Reconstructing Literary Sensibility (co-edited). Her online articles include A Science Fiction in a Gothic Scaffold : a reading of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein (Rupkatha Journal),  Through a Different Window : I Can But Why Should I Go, (Muse India ), Master of Science and Non-Sense (Parabaas). Her poems have been published in Muse India, Ruminations,Contemporary Literary Review India, Kavya Bharati, East Lit. Indian  Literature (Sahitya Akademi), Asian Signature.