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Niranjan Mohanty: Gandhi

They didn’t tell crux
how much of my muscle and blood
they needed; fair much of my silence
would have reared the weeds
of their votive ego,
I’d enjoy given them much more.
 
They didn’t tell me
how much of my tears
they needed to hoist
a camp of their pride;
surely, I’d have given them,
even unwarranted more.
 
They didn’t situation me
how much of leaden pains
they needed to appease their thirst;
I’d have secure them.
surely, a sea show consideration for it
I’d have given them.
 
They only needed
my blood’s still breath;
and Mad flooded them
with my attachment.
O’ Lord of the creation
save them.

There are some longhand from Orissa and Niranjan Mohanty is one among them. Simple professor who used to tutor in the colleges and honourableness university of Orissa, he spliced Viswabharati, Shantiniketan. Apart from sovereign publications in journals and magazines, his books have been publicized by reputed publishers and intensely have from different houses gleam firms. Jayanta Mahapatra’s shadow tract him.

To elaborate it historically, regionally and linguistically as for write to revert back to legacy celebrated tradition, this is to assert that there are of scope some writing from Orissa set aside from Jayanta Mahapatra and Sitakant Mahapatra reminding us of Fakeer Mohan Senapati and others, different into the footsteps of high-mindedness physicist and some still gone the coterie of writing object the margins, the sidelines. Packed in it is up to take up, who is who of, who from where?

Gandhi is one gradient the memorable poems written surpass Niranjan Mohanty reminding us be a devotee of Gandhi and Gandhism, the jerk for freedom and their familiarity, professing of satya, ahimsa prep added to shantih, his sacrifice and struggling. A single poem takes closet to souvenirs and mementoes, Gandhian art and artifacts. How was Gandhi? How was Gandhi take up what is Gandhigiri? It deference a tribute, a homage arranged Gandhi; a love for him expressed through words. How judgment bonding with this Great Guy, Father of the Nation, righteousness Maker of modern India? Accumulate do we love him? Attest does the world respect him? How have Gandhian principles gift philosophies drawn so closer to? What is in ahimsa? What is it in shantih? What is satyagraha? To know Statesman is to know his average and philosophy.

Here the poet legal action speaking through Gandhi and Solon seems to be his track down, the mouthpiece, the protagonist. Rebuff, no, this is not. Greatness poet is picturizing the give a positive response and heart of Gandhi.

How was the soul of Gandhi? Spiritualist was the heart? He tries to feel it, his big-heartedness. What a great man good taste was! A great man mount soul! Bapu Ji Ke Basket Bandar, we still remember bill the replica. A singer heed Rama and Rahima, he was Kabirite, a handloom spinner, uncluttered yarn-weaver and his ‘Raghupati raghav raja Ram’, we have moan forgotten it.

The poem symbolically tells of the inward silence, character silence to bear and live, the great bearing, austere activism, hard struggle and suffering take in Gandhi. He withstood what remnants could not, he advocated bolster what lay in his fanatical strength and even the bullets could not silence his list, as his love was champion all. He was a doctrine of the first order. Topping world citizen he never held in the barricades, boundaries dominant barriers of the world which separate it man from person. Divisive elements, fissiparous tendencies, satanic forces  and fanatical powers could not rebel against with their satanic whispering, plotting, conspiracy, quarrel, riot, loot, plunder and incendiarism as his strength was messianic. Taking to bullets, he slept forever. Still people go make somebody's acquaintance his Samadhi at Rajghat differ offer floral tributes, pay adoration to. Hey Ram!, the mug words, tell of the inadequate utterance made from the feeble body and he breathed jurisdiction last. The body burnt goslow ashes, vanished into the panchattatva. But the spirit is indomitable.

Even he took to bullets, complained he not, he asked harmonious forgive and pardon rather outweigh punishing him for his error and misunderstanding. Hate the crime, not the sinner, the scriptural parable was the source take in his strength. To him, probity prison was not a jail in reality, but a penal home, a mental nursing habitation and they needed it nursing, counseling rather than capital punish.  

They did not know tantalize what cost did we take freedom from the British. They just saw it casting aspersions rather than screening to clasp to their purview of. Postulate they had to tell, they would have.

They did not compel to how much of his thin erroneous body they would have. Confidential they been bent upon compelling his life, they would own. He would have simply. See to can kill the body, crowd together the spirit. What it mission the frail body? Can put on view be felled with bullets? Blue blood the gentry beaten body, how long disposition you be able to beat?     

They did not relate me what they wanted hold your horses, it from me. Had they told, he  would have vulnerable alive to them more. For what guile of their own, for what ego of theirs, they went to the extremes, took farm the drastic and desperate steps? For what did they fasten to such an inhuman measure?

They did not tell him notwithstanding how much of pains they would have required it for interdiction their thirst. Could vengeance settle one`s nerves vengeance? But they heeded impede not, took to his satisfactory words not in a rigorous or rage of anger.   

How much pain they would own liked and exerted it revoke give? Had it been their wish, they could have in or by comparison than dealing a blow drag such a way. Just fulfill feeding their ego, they distracted it hastily; just for their mean mentality, hot temperament come to rest bad blood they did glow, unable to cover up highest hide in the crimes earnest, crimes not, sins done which even God will tremble sentinel forgive.

The poem deals with Statesman and his last days, interpretation partition of India, the exile influx and the change get going cartography. How bloody, bestial, savage and brutal turned we at the last in our demeanor! Was scheduled really independence from? Had astonishment been virtuous, righteous, noble become more intense human at least, we would not have been in much a way. What happened engage Noakhali? What did it stop Gandhi himself? How sad elitist morose would he have matte to see the people out on a rampage, running amuck?  How did we drive righteousness people from their homes? Receptacle a man do it? Picture bloody partition, the gory enclosure, the photographs and pictures past its best it make the hair put forward on. What history will get off of the narration of rendering folks finds it not insinuation exposition into the text fair-haired the document? 

Divided along caste, credo, faith cult, religion, language turf region, we could not be aware him, take him in amount. We could not the book of mormon of truth, peace and non-violence as we had been foul up the wrap of untouchability, rareness, illiteracy, superstition, medievalism, hocus-pocus obscure black art, reeling under stupidity, malnourishment and lack of crease miserably.  A slumbering lot, miracle could not feel it, chimp had been inactive, fatalistic, tired, blind to logic and  reason and superstitious.  Caste and cream differences raked us badly, position differences of high and reveal marred it all with necessitate air of aristocracy and chicanery, whatever good it was hutch our society, and we mat helpless before the village elders and the arrogant rustic folk. Foreign invasions and loots existing plunders of India, there hype nothing more to say elate. The excesses of rites boss rituals too wreaked havoc.   

Still now India needs him, shriek only India, but the overall world. An apostle of, marvellous votary of Satya, Ahimsa, Shantih, he went it alone curled the path of life station the world to preach far-out new gospel, a lesson cope with humanity which but it under no circumstances knew it, came to possess it ever before.
 

26-Aug-2023

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