Module 1 - Poetry
Module 1 - Poetry
Module 1 - Poetry
The theme of change is evident in the poem as the poet makes a contrast
between the past and the present of the Golden Cassia. The withered
sprigs of the Golden Cassia have now changed into golden flower
lockets, and are celebrating the splendour of the festival. Another
dominant change in the poem is the change of green into yellow. The
Golden Cassia undergoes a transition from a period of hardships to
hopeful days of luck and goodness.
The heat burning in the warm summer and the cries in the wilderness
of the freezing frost are no more. They have vanished and the miseries
were shifted to sweet smiles of yellow. The Golden Cassia also laments
the loss of the last Vishu festival. The pain of that loss and the agony
of the hard time it had been through add to the theme of loss in the
poem. The Golden Cassia kept its eyes closed since the last Vishu and
it is relining in the memory of the past auspicious event.
The line "Am I not the Golden Cassia, and isn't this the season of the
Vishu festival” itself points to the themes of change, loss and nostalgia
in the poem. It is the season of Vishu and it is the Golden Cassia. It has
to blossom and it has to do justice to its responsibility. So the change is
inevitable. The Golden Cassia has to suffer the loss and it has to
recollect the good old memories. Still the Golden Cassia can’t help
blossoming once the Vishu season arrives.
WE ARE GOING
-Oodgeroo Noonuccal
Oodgeroo Noonuccals’ poem “We Are Going” is a poem centered
around the theme of Aboriginal oppression. This poem is part of her
protest poetry. Its a politically didactic poem as it contains a clear and
strong message. Here the poet comments on the fears of Aborigines,
and creates a voice that expresses the pain of dispossession. Oodgeroo
herself has described the poem as a cry for help. It is a critique of
colonization by white. This colonization drove the aboriginal people
away from their native land.
The poem opens with a poignant scene. The displaced tribals return,
subdued, to their bora ground, now swallowed by the 'little town' built
by the white settlers. They are vulnerable in every way. They can only
watch as their sacred ground is reduced to a place to dump rubbish. The
deliberate belittling of their culture and lifestyle causes the voice ‘we’
of the natives to awaken. The aboriginals who live in union with the
land and its creatures see the whites as mindless, busy workers- like
ants. The group of disappointed tribals assume the collective voice of a
self-contained culture. Thus it becomes a compelling, inescapable
statement of both their strength and vulnerability. Their warning is
quick, brief and terrible. It reminds the white man of his petty greed
and ignorance.
'We belong here, we are of the old ways'- they assert quietly. Their
words are measured and sharp enough to convey the gravity of the
whites' mistake. The natives imply that they are one with their rituals,
laws, tales, way of living, even the forces of nature. ‘We are the
lightning bolt over/Gaphembah Hill Quick and terrible'. This
illuminates the majestic idea which forms their culture. It could also be
read as a veiled assertion of their self-worth. Both the mountain and the
thunderstorm are forces to be reckoned with-old, deep and spiritually
strong. The depiction of white men as scattered ants is an amusing
contrast to their physical and spiritual strength. It reiterates the dignity
of their traditions as opposed to the white man’s blind urge to possess.
They mourn the passing of the scrub, eagle, emu and the kangaroo.
They understand the importance of living in harmony with the animals.
The ruin of their land, lifestyle and culture makes them predict their
extinction too. The grief of subdued and vulnerable tribesmen is
evident in both in both words and tone of the poem.
IDENTITY CARD
- S. Joseph
In the poem ‘Identity Card', S. Joseph presents a world where love
seldom triumphs over caste identity. Recalling his student days, the
poet says that a girl came laughing into his life. He reciprocated with
his love. They ate from the same plate. Their hands met while kneading
her rice and fish curry. They dreamed of becoming a Hindu-Christian
family. He whiled away his time reading Neruda’s poems like the other
intellectuals of the times. One day he misplaced his identity card.
She returned the card to him on the following day. While returning card
she said that she had noticed the entry in red of the accounts of the
stipend he had received. She found that he was a Dalit. That was the
end of the infatuation. Ever since whenever he sees a boy and a girl
deeply in love he is sure that they will depart very soon and their love
will not bloom in this caste ridden society. He is sure that if they unite,
their identity cards will not have scribblings in red. What the poet
encounters is not a traditional taboo, but a modern stigma.
The poem presents the plight of a Dalit who has no right even in his
love. What we encounter is the modern means of discrimination in
modern institutions. The modern society claims that everything is being
done to improve the conditions of the Dalits but intellectually,
emotionally, culturally and psychologically they are side-lined. The
poem is revolutionary in spirit. The element of protest which is at heart
of the Dalit poetry finds an echo in the narrator’s pessimistic view that
love does not bloom here the poem is a criticism of the machination of
caste hierarchy in India.
AGONY
- Anil Gharai
Anil Gharai was one of the leading Bengali poets. The agony, patience,
sufferings and sorrows of the Dalits moved him to poetry. The Dalit
consciousness is the remarkable feature of his poetry. His poem 'Agony'
is a critique of the indifference of the world towards the Dalit
community. It is also a whiplash against the inefficient political
bureaucracy and the supremacy of the upper class.
The poem centres around the plight of an old woman who is a Dalit.
Her face is wrinkled. Her famished body and moistened eyes speak
volumes about her sufferings. She is just symbol of the suffering
undergone by the marginalized communities.
At the outset, the poet says that he is so moved by her suffering that he
finds it difficult to express her tale in verse. Her suffering is
indescribable. There is nobody to take care of the aged like them.
Neither the government nor the public cares for them. Government
policies have been like stings of venomous snakes to them. The poet
does not know whether they belong to the forests, land or hearth?
She begs for essentials like food, water and shelter. She wants to be
amongst her people. She crouches towards the closed ration shop
supporting herself on a stick. She gasps for breath and stops time and
again in the sweltering heat. The woman with her blurred BPL card
becomes the symbol of the sufferings undergone by marginalized
communities.
The old woman is like a sketch in black and white. She represents all
the poor and forlorn souls in the world. Even the arid land around her
is hostile. When she trudges aimlessly happy days of her yesteryears
flash through her mind. The images of mad splash of colours during
Holi in the past sting her. She is now in the grip of pestilence, of gradual
decay in the ramshackle frame. Her body, mind and soul are burning.
The memories are painful for her. The poet is of the opinion that a
human being is not inherently Dalit, neglected or untouchable. It is the
system that degrades him/her in this fashion. Therefore, a change in the
system is the need of the hour.
Dalit aesthetics is distinct from traditional aesthetics in its emphasis on
social concerns rather than on beauty. It is an aesthetics which
concentrates on the artist's social commitment, the life-affirming values
present in the artistic creation, and the ability to raise the reader's
consciousness to fundamental values like equality, freedom, justice and
fraternity. By presenting the pitiable plight of the Dalit woman, the
poets make a critique of the callousness of the society in caring the
poor. The poet also points to the inefficiency of the political
bureaucracy to care for the betterment of the Dalits.