I, Motherland

September 7, 2009 at 3:43 am 8 comments

Born a few thousand years old.
Aged by fate and heritage,
maturing in subjectivities of history.
Thus I stand amidst others, who,
like myself, stand testimony to
distances of time.

Separated from the contemporary
by extraordinary dimensions:
I behold Arjuna unleash the weapon
of suicidal madness.
Divinity smeared the dust
of that ancient war on my soul.
With maternal pride and anxiety
I watch the fiery saint on a horseback:
Atish Dipankar dissolving
in the Tibetan horizons;
I welcomed piquant glances
that were washed upon my shore.
With pride, I hold the Brahman
and hence, Abdul Gafur.

My aesthetics are prenatal:
even though time has eroded
a billion spines of me,
He satisfies my iminent death
with nostalgia.

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  • 1. tinarathore  |  September 13, 2009 at 7:39 pm

    beautiful. the rythm of the poem is so soothing. the impact of the last lines is powerful. “He satisfies my iminent death
    with nostalgia”…i was almost in tears when i read this. you write so well…thanks for sharing.

    Reply
    • 2. Ritwik Banerjee  |  September 21, 2009 at 5:25 am

      Thanks Tina! I happen to detest this poem, but I am happy with the last lines …. glad you liked them :)

      Reply
  • 3. sorceress  |  September 15, 2009 at 4:29 am

    the feeling in this one needs to be constructed better. I have a feeling that you were extremely overwhelmed when you wrote it…
    i believe if you rework the structure you can bring out the core much much much better…. :)

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    • 4. Ritwik Banerjee  |  September 21, 2009 at 5:24 am

      It was worse than being overwhelmed. It was a desire to pen down my feelings even when the words were not flowing. This poem is an exercise in force, not naturality. I tried to construct the words out of my feelings, but apart from the last lines, I didn’t like this one at all.

      Reply
  • 5. Nikhil  |  December 1, 2009 at 10:42 am

    Awesome poem, dude! Brilliant

    Reply
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  • 7. tuttysan  |  August 11, 2010 at 3:35 pm

    Ritiwik, I’ve missed your poetry, so I’ve come by for a visit. It’s been a while.

    As I read your poem I was transported to India, which I’m not sure if you’re from. I read as I imagined you overwhelmed with emotions of your land as I would write feeling mine… and I could grasp a bit of understanding in your line of “separated by the contemporary by extraordinary dimensions”…

    Reply
  • 8. Freely-Psychic  |  November 22, 2011 at 5:34 am

    This is a beautiful piece of art! Thank you for sharing the depth of your feelings.

    Reply

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