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Indian Widows by O.P. Bhatnagar |
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by Bijay Kant Dubey |
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Indian Widows as a poem reminds us of the struggle and suffering of the widows. What treatment have they got so far? How our mind-sets and mentality? How have we seen them over the years? Where is golden Vrindavan? How did it Mira feel it? How did the medieval period change it the whole gamut? How have they struggled? How have they suffered? Above all, what treatment have they got at our hands? We forbade them to wear red and colourful saris? We forbade them to smile. We got their long hair cut short and made them wear white clothes, barred from wearing colourful bangles. How did we snatch the smiles even from their faces? We imposed a flurry of restrictions on them. The Sati system sparks a lot about them. The child marriage too reveals it how it was our customs and how was India then! We do not how the social evils grow it?
They are like strangers, refugees in no-man’s land partitioning for what. They do not remain the same in-dwellers but turn into the aliens from a different space. Just like the NRIs, non-resident persons they are treated.
They go on hopping from flower to flower, go on dreaming, as human imagination takes one to, but the dreams turn out it not to be real, nor has it anywhere. The caterpillars will remain caterpillars. Beyond the grasp of man and his fingers, they keep eluding. Who are they in reality? What their entities?
To change the metaphor, the simile, they are like bats hanging upside down, the Gulliverian characters. The closed doors, the closed windows are the housing s and flats of their own from where they can go it nowhere.
O.P. Bhatnagar as a poet is a poet of social ideas and thoughts. To delve into his poetry is to delve into the sphere of social poetry and tragedy. To turn to him is to turn to Beckett and Shaw and Galsworthy where debates and discussions take the centre space in the want of romantic heroines, and we feel it boredom and monotony. Image (c) istock.com |
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24-Jul-2022 | ||
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