To Emily Dickinson: An epistle
POETRY COLUMN
Poetry editor ANANYA S GUHA’s note:
Sunil Sharma‘s poems have a direct appeal, the statements cut and dry and there is a lot of emotive content from social realities to social absurdities. Having been formally grounded in English Literature there are literary allusions, reference to some of the greats to reinvent their lives and make these plausible. The poverty ridden country is a concern, but there is no maudlin effect, he writes as he responds to such social and economic realities. The city of Mumbai is another effective motif.
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To Emily Dickinson: An epistle
Your words comfort
Across the divide of
Time- space and race;
You lived in isolation,
I am Nobody! Who are you?
Are you- Nobody- too?
Then there is a pair of us!
That is what you said in
One of your famous poems
That might shock today’s narcissists
Poets and all others that revere
Their self-image;
Yet, living and dying un-loved,
Your poetic soul was incredibly rich,
And included the whole universe in it
Like that other distinguished voice,
Walt Whitman, your peer,
And both of you
Spoke about us,
And still speak to us,
Although the world hardly listens
To its own great masters!
~
Silence
At the barred window
The girl child stands
Silent,
Like the trees standing
Completely still
On an airless summer morning,
Along a winding highway,
Outside the teeming metro—
The hot and humid Mumbai.
~
Priceless
Breath
That constantly I take
In order to live,
In a brutal world
Is not polluted air
But pristine
You,
My precious,
‘cause I always
Breathe you.
~
Gentle touch
Standing under the tree,
On a humid summer afternoon,
With the asphalt burning under the
Angry and merciless sun,
The shade and the frolicking wind
Playing with your hair and skin,
Reminds the homeless old man
Of a long-dead mother in a remote
Indian village who, on such days
Or nights, would fan her limping child
With a soiled daily newspaper and
Sing hoarsely a lullaby that would send him
The buck-toothed kid to instant sleep.
~
The Abandoned coach
She once travelled miles
Across undulating plains,
On gleaming tracks,
Carrying kids, adults,
Males, females,
Old, young,
Healthy, sick,
Depressed, delighted,
Alike, sans any murmuring or protest,
And never
Making any difference;
The cute bogie long and wide,
A temporary home for the commuters
Eager for mobile sights;
Arrivals brought tears of joy,
Departures, tears of pain,
The humanity was one under
That sloping roof, sharing same space,
Then they abandoned the painted car in the siding,
Where she sat for long, very sad, often sighing in nights,
Feeling disabled, unable to serve simple and honest folks,
Until the day, when goaded by the kids,
She was reinstated in the public life, this time on pop appeal,
Reinvented as a dainty bridge in her second life,
Although stripped and skeletal,
She managed to add colour to the dull scene,
Becoming a real toy for lonely kids,
Dreaming of motion, distant destinations and a running train,
Simultaneously
Providing roof, comfort, cheer and connectivity
To the ones separated by the selfish river,
On both its gurgling sides in that desolate landscape.
Author-bio:
Mumbai-based, Sunil Sharma, a college principal, is also widely-published Indian critic, poet, literary interviewer, editor, translator, essayist and fiction writer. He has already published three collections of poetry, one collection of short fiction, one novel and co-edited six books so far. His six short stories and the novel Minotaur were recently prescribed for the undergraduate classes under the Post-colonial Studies, Clayton University, Georgia, USA. He is a recipient of the UK-based Destiny Poets’ inaugural Poet of the Year award—2012. Recently his poems were published in the UN project: Happiness: The Delight-Tree.
He edits online journal Episteme (http://www.episteme.net.in/). He can reached at drsharma.sunil@gmail.com