Embracing the Tepid ‘Fall’!
If writing a poem is a difficult task, reviewing it is even more
difficult! Very few people can do poetry while many people can love poetry.
Since the appreciators are many, one would think that it is quite easy to note
down some appreciatory thoughts and remarks. However, putting these very
thoughts in a neat and sequential manner and coming up with an effective review
can be as hard as correctly expressing a sudden joy, or ecstasy.
In today’s edition, I present to you an unpublished work of an
excellent poet of my generation – his name is Dr. Rabinarayan Dash. Dr Dash is
a medical practitioner by profession and a poet by passion. The poem that I am
sharing with you propagates so much love, and so much fragrance inside me that,
despite facing a lot of challenges, I hope to come up with a good salutation in
the end. Such is the power of this piece of marvel!
I start from where I ought to start. The entire poem is first shared.
After that there will come a short appreciation – in my own words, and in my
own expression.
The poem, the verses:
On the body of the leaf of the autumn
the dew has gathered its strength
and it has tried to reflect
the multicolored self.
Coming down a step I could stand and stare
I could feel the walls of colors
and float in the river of desire.
The dew touches the fingers of the sun
and reflects back my sordid images
I am trying to find a way out of despair
that has settled in the soul's deeper
layer.
[13 October 2015, Poetry by: Dr
Rabinarayan Dash]
The skeleton, the craft:
Autumn is real, autumn is true, and autumn is tough! On one hand
it extinguishes joy, and on the other hand, it brings us face to face with
reality. When autumn is expressed through literature, it must be an experience.
A quality poem has its language, its pulsating tune, its water-tight meter, its
subtle rhythm and its lilting rhyme. These qualities are present in abundance
or in proportion in a poem. The poem above is an enriching example of what a perfect
poetry could possibly be. All the verses are independent, but similarly
lyrical. The words are selected with great care, there is equal balance on each
side of the lines in each of the verses. It seems to be not an ounce more or an
ounce less when it comes to holding on to the balance. A quick soft reading of
the word-string thus evokes precise rhythm.
The imagery, the soul:
Though any writing is incomplete without an inference, poetry is
often made to stay incomplete and unconcluded. A major reason for this is –
poetry is as unpredictable as the nature. That is why even ‘fall’ could be
celebrated, for, celebration through poetry is a contradictory experience. In
that contradiction lies the delicacy, grace and charm of literature. This
simple fact is what poetry lovers fail to jot down, even though they can very
well appreciate it.
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