Farewell
Published online by Cambridge University Press: 19 March 2020
Summary
The land recedes, the Ganga flows with force
beneath,
the craft ploughs on into the night
through the mysterious mangroves: the Sundarbans
where looking hard enough
would trace a history of torment
in the submerged thicket
Look at the reckless moon, polished to perfection –
in this burning, phosphorous-tinged light?
What is the verdict Passepartout?
Have we gathered enough of wisdom's trinkets
to build our
Fatehpur Sikri? – to mason our wronged cities right?
Have we stacked enough translucent marble of white
enough of lingams?
Or are we caught in the yatra-yatri of our passage?
Is the brain too meek
to cope with its malish-wallahs? in this burning, phosphorous-tinged
light?
What is the verdict?
Have we seen good men, better women, have we an evangel
to preach
on of the joy of the wretched, the ill-shaped
sedition, rebellion, to stitch a warrior-kite?
Have we garnered enough of filth and coral
Enough of blue-hued gods?
Or are we caught within the unfinished dream?
Is our love too weak
to share with all
to share once and for all? In this burning, phosphorous-tinged light?
Have we defined India, Passepartout, what is the verdict?
Have we swallowed enough of the wildness of gods the kindness of saints to charm
new cobras of the mind, chafing alligators
of the deep distress and tygers,
tygers of the forests of the night? Is now the distress
of the dalit or the whore eternal?
Are we forever the forever strange?
Is our quest too strange
to speak of
and stranger still our hearts to all? In this phosphorous-tinged light?
What is a verdict?
I named the waves
I burnt my skin
I licked the stars
For you
I gathered salt
I touched the sun
Caressed a Whale
For you
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- From Around the World in Eighty DaysThe India Section, pp. 80 - 82Publisher: University of South AfricaPrint publication year: 2014