I, Motherland
September 7, 2009 at 3:43 am 9 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.
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 🙂
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…. 🙂
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.
5. Nikhil | December 1, 2009 at 10:42 am
Awesome poem, dude! Brilliant
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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”…
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.
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