At Birsingha, Ghatal
Telling of his birth and childhood
And at Karmatar, Jamtara
His last days away from among the tribals.
Pages From his Life
Iswar Chandra Vidyasagar
Reading under the street lamplight,
Crossing the small stream
To see his sick mother.
N.B. One title, two sub-titles
For the women,Poor Indian womenAnything elseThough we call ourselvesProgressive and developing.
Dekho magar pyar se,See but with love.
MotherWith so much curiosity?A beautiful brideCoy and blushing will comeTo your house one day,Said she the loving mother.And with itRan it down the faceA line of joy filling hope and new spirit,But asked he again, what it after that?And the mother tooTired with questioning and answering,Responded sheThat one day she will be no more after…
And the philosopher poeticalIntermixing the experiences of life and the world,The two in one sharing the selves.
ThinkingChina and IndiaIn terms of clashes,SkirmishesNear Ladakh.
highly pitched orWith the falling accentDancingly, jollilyOn the stage,Do shayarisLyrical poetryIn a sing-song toneAddressed to love and beautyand the sense of wonder and astonishment,Write ghazalsThe slow-moving reminiscentPoetry in couplets and rhyming,But why are they conservativeAnd bigoted,I think?
