Allen Ginsberg (June 3, 1926 – April 5, 1997 / Newark, New Jersey)

I was very moved by September On Jessore Road. Certainly one of his post-Prague May King peaks.

Whenever I think about the community 'bangali'...! this poem burns my central nervous system. It makes be bound to re-think about India's Freedom.. which we got 1947, for which a community was divided not on the basis of language or culture or food habits BUT ON THE BASIS OF RELIGION.... SHIT..

This is one of ginsberg's most thought provoking poem i have read.May be i am bit partial to this poem because being a resident of calcutta i have heard a lot about the partitions from people who have witnessed that.Myself being born after the partion it was not a first hand experience but still the story that i have heard is heart wrenching and that feeling i often had while going through this poem again and again.For those who have had a similar feeling going through this poem i would like to recommend to them works of a classic indian director Ritwik Ghatak in whose works the bengal partition story have had a bright reflection.Ghatak is no doubt one of the greatest of directors but it is an irony that he never got his true rewards.