Swatimalya Chattopadhyay

Swatimalya Chattopadhyay (19.12.1958 / Kolkata)

Poems by Swatimalya Chattopadhyay : 4 / 19

Destiny's Irony - Poem by Swatimalya Chattopadhyay

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(The poem is based on a real-life incident and is being dedicated to a girl child of about seven years who succumbed to an intravenous injection and passed away in 1996, in the western part of India. The poet expresses her full regards to the doctor fraternity and does not intend to make them responsible in anyway)

Mother said, ' She is superb, we'll make her a doctor'
Father said, ' Maths is her forte, why not an engineer? '
Anything she plunges into she picks up well,
The parents also see to it that the trait is kept up as well.

The melody of the voice makes her a good singer
The girl also got trained to play spanish guitar
Natural acumen drives the girl to the arena of dance
Parents always dwell upon an intense trance--
'Our daughter will bring laurels to the country,
People around always say she is a child prodigy.'

But the fateful day arrived when she had fever
Parents did everything as advised by the doctor.
He said, ' Admit her, we'll give her an intravenous.'
He also consoled the parents, ' Why are you so nervous? '

The needle pierced the frail hand and the fluid was in
Soon the child shivered to say something wrong had gone in
Gradually the body twisted and brought her into convulsion,
Cry of the parents fell flat as the doctor was in illusion.

Every moment the doctor assured, ' She will be alright'
Parents did not lose hope thinking he was right.
The child put up four hours' fight for her survival
The doctor tried his best to make the situation normal.

At last the child succumbed to her fate
What could be the life's greatest trauma the parents had to taste.

A decade has passed since still the parents look up at the sky
The multitude of evening stars twinkle, smile and glorify.
Belief says a departed soul appears as a star.
The parents get bewildered--'Which one is our daughter? '

Swatimalya Chattopadhyay

Poems by Swatimalya Chattopadhyay : 4 / 19

Nivedita Bagchi SPC UK (7/27/2010 3:56:00 AM)
‘Tragic Drama In Real Life’…heart bleeding…upside down state to parents and readers too…human error …docs are helpless …happens such may be more or less one in ten thousands I’ve heard one of the members of business tycoon from Birla group died of simple malaria in States…the then dream place of treatment in world once considered…

I salute to Poet she understood the docs are helplessness [sometime] and kept docs Mr. Clean… wow! Big heart indeed…thanks for sharing Didi [elder sis]
Regards
Ms. Nivedita
UK
10/10
PS Parents and readers solace departed soul appears as star...to be discoved not from sky but from sky of heart
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Surya . (10/12/2009 9:20:00 AM)
a beautiful and poigant poem.it was dactors fault. yet as you said destiny too played a role here. i wish to tell an experience.
in 1995 at worksite a small girder fell on my leg which was trapped. all workers had gone for tea only two officers were with me.i cried out mother, when two workers appeared with crow bar. using the principle of leverage they could lift the girder by 1/2' when i pulled out my leg and fainted.in hospital i was given top treatment and a young specialist from appollo hospital too attended.since fracture was on lower calf dr told me to keep the leg in a particular angle to facilitate easy joining.later when drs came for check up i told them that there is heavy irritation in wound, but they told me that it could be the cross reaction of several tablets i take. this went on for 5 days when the specialist on informing him opened the would and found it infected.he quickly moved me to op theatre, where i was put under partial anesthesia.it was fun for me as i could hear their talks while i felt nothing on my leg.suddenly lady dr panicked and said that my bp had gone subtansialy down, chief kept calm and asked what injection? to which she said something like 'effidrine', then what dilution? 'nil' she said.chief suggested a quick injection and i was normmal in half an hour.i was lucky as otherwise my legs would have been parlised.it seemed while fate was playing a dirty game with me my luck and blessings of parents and deities saved me, .time certainly plays a role. your poem was so touching.thanx.you are so special.
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Samanyan Lakshminarayanan (10/9/2009 9:01:00 PM)
as parents can they caress a star...whatever we become after death...the void we leave behind here is not filled at all...a touching poem with a lovely flow...10 (Report)Reply
Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (9/30/2009 7:36:00 PM)
At last the child succumbed to her fate
What could be the life's greatest trauma the parents had to taste.............dashing all hopes to the ground.. this is how the life becomes cruel on us and God has created everything for destined time.. it is only in our mind that creates dillusions... superb write....10

read mine Man propses but God disposes....poor friend......o, lord...humble submission.. (Report)Reply
Luwi Habte (9/16/2009 12:50:00 PM)
Swatimalya this is so nice piece...
love the rythm...
talks a real also nice idea
lovely
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Sarwar Chowdhury (9/9/2009 12:37:00 PM)
Very passionately disclosed the fact that touch reader's heart! Compact and thoughtful beauty in every verse! And astonishing flow shows your poetic energy so high! Lot of things beyond our comprehension in this world! surprising miracles knock us time to time!
Fine diction!
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Dr.subhendu Kar (9/8/2009 11:33:00 AM)
A decade has passed since still the parents look up at the sky
The multitude of evening stars twinkle, smile and glorify.
Belief says a departed soul appears as a star.
The parents get bewildered-'Which one is our daughter? '....................................as saying goes -'man proposes God disposes', yet it is the mystery by the fate of man, it is the parody of hope of tomorrow, heart bleeds deep as own blood when flows in deep red being impaled by inevitability, life crunches into gloom when shadowed by cloud black, shattered soul be speckled with tears of blood, administered drugs may be due to human errors or for grueling greed of man tempting for money who brings the spurious drugs to market, but it happens to happen by mockery of fate yet reason and rationale at this point is undecipherable, God knows best, yet most poignant and painful feeling that haunts the parent all through their life, and simply we need divine blessing while trudging all through our life,10++++, thanks for sharing (Report)Reply