A Singer Of Heart, The Song Of Rama, They Also Sing Who But In Whispers, The Voice Of Pain, The Bereaved Soul As The Singer Of Rama
Who is the dishevelled, distraught
And devastated soul
Singing the song of Rama,
Standing far from
Singing the song of Rama
With tears into the eyes,
Welling up and trickling down the cheeks
And he trying,
Trying to wipe, wipe them out
With his hands
To avert the public glare?
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
It all depends the way you capture images, the way you take the scenery and the landscape and establish the rapport, the liaison with. Something the scenery wants to say and something it is that you want to say to. In the lonely landscape of the river ghats, the asthi-kalasha hanging by the peepul tree, the pinda-dana done for the bereaved soul, what more to say about? Take you yourself a photographer clicking the camera; you taking the selfie. A singer of heart are you, have you ever felt it? Have you ever thought of the Naga sadhus and their austerer sadhna? They also sing the songs of Rama who but feebly in whispers.
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