shhh. tread softly.
she knows what we've done.
we can keep quiet
and save us a riot
and still have the fun.
but she knows what we've done.
hush. paint softly.
she knows what we've learned.
we can keep seating
our shacklers' beatings
but she will have heard.
she knows what we've learned.
shush. speak softly.
she knows when we'll run.
we can shed tears
and give rope to our fears.
and wash down the burns.
but she knows when we'll run.
Hi,
ReplyDeleteI liked the poems. I want to share some personal feelings esp about the guys who were involved in the Naxalite movement.
This was, esp in Bengal, a mainly urban student movement which wanted to identify itself with the problems of the rural poor. In my opinion it failed, because the methods adopted and advocated did not find takers even among the most deprived sections of the society. As a result, there was, after the initial flushes, a sense of despondency and disillusionment among its prominent members. Incarcerated in jail, there was a prominent element of bitterness.
Contrast this with the pre-independence scenario. Guys would go smiling to jail and even to the gallows. There was total conviction about what they were doing and the methods adopted.