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Updated 27-Dec-2001   

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The ship wrecked, I came far-
As a castaway.
My world is shattered, and nothing more remains,
I am alive in deadly waters.

Why the death does defy
The chance of escape?
I am all but waiting,
My life dried, happiness raped;
Flowing am I, to unknown eternity,
I exist, devoid of life.
I am flowing, flowing am I,
Where my destiny goes
There am I.
-7\3\97,Calcutta-43

COMMENTS :

Robinson Crusoe and Prospero were both castaways. Both survived and created their own universe. Yet the shipmates of Robinson Crusoe all died, and the enemies of Prospero, shipwrecked were at the total mercy of him- only he saved them; but he was not obliged. Not everyone survives; it is not even a question of heroism. Heroism is a subjective concept, it is function of favourable circumstances. Think of the person who does not want to be a hero in this conventional way- he does not want to fight back. The legendary Hindi poet Ramdhari Singh ‘Dinkar’ says in a poem, "Forgiveness suits that snake who is dangerous and poisonous, not that snake who does not have teeth to bite and poison to kill". The Bible asks its followers to forgive, if not forget. But the protagonist of the award winning Mahesh Bhatt film Sarangsh has a different concept of heroism. When he tells his wife about his plans of suicide, she accuses him of cowardice, of running away from life. He says, "Do you think killing oneself is so easy? It takes guts to kill oneself." Running away from life may be termed cowardice, but what would you call that spirit which welcomes Death? (See: Epitaph)

This poem does not seek any definition of bravery for its redemption. The protagonist is not fighting anything, because he does not want to, because all that he fought for is now gone. So what is the reason of fighting? If this is heroism, then it is.

Compare: Losing everything, The tear left a trail, Termination and When loss pains no more

  A brush with life
  A day in adulthood
  A helpless follower
  A man draped in tattered clothes
  After dark
  An axe on Keats
  And can't I mould my future
  And how the dreams fall
  Being in love
  Bereft of success
  Between despair and hope
  Come back soon
  Devil and his counterpart
  Devour
  Engineers
  Epitaph
  Farewell
  Farewell from the circle of friends
  Fast moves the time
  Femina
  Finding Estella again
  Freedom came cheap
  From where to nowhere
  Fulfillment
  Harvest
  Heart in Everest
  Heaven to hell and back again
  HOME
  How he lies amid his ruins, and you smile
  How I missed the beauty
  I wonder
  Insomnia
  Kiss from a rose
  Land's end
  Leeches in my soul
  Letter from battlefield
  Looking back
  Losing everything
  Love and compromise
  Love in modern times
  Madonna
  My abode among the clouds
  My beloved
  Naga Sadhu goes digital
  Nevertheless I tried
  Ode
  On St. Valentine
  On visiting an old place
  Papa dear
  Rancour
  Reminiscences from my graveyard
  Stranger at the tavern
  Suspended animation
  Tears, idle tears
  Telephone call to my beloved
  Tell her I am dead
  Termination
  That passed, this also may
  The blissful illusion
  The breathless seashore
  The bride
  The Buddha smiled, but he died
  The cigarette butt, the mosquito blood
  The day after the crossing
  The desert princess
  The dipping sun
  The eve of St. Valentine
  The frozen wet damsel
  The last word
  The pen and the paper
  The phoenix
  The pimp
  The silence spoke so much
  The soldier's lament
  The tear left a trail
  The world beyond innocence
  They tell me I am mad
  Thoughts of tomorrow
  Titanic
  To hug her close or leave her alone
  Today I die
  Vain is the wish to be born again
  Vanished figure
  Walking through the streets of a country deprived
  When loss pains no more
  Where the grass in not painted green
  Which is better?
  You don't ask
  You see why I died

 

 

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