Review of a poem written by an Indian Poetess.
The Madonna In sorrow (Image courtesy Wikimedia Commons)
To digest an event of sorrow is not an easy task. Ask those who have gone through the same, recently or in near past. If the occasion is of parting of our parents, then it is a life long blow to our emotional world. And if the person suffering from the sorrowful happening owns a poetic heart under his or her chest, then the fall of pain is beyond description. But the writers narrate their episodes of pain through the pen; the poets sing their sobs through the lines of their poems. They feel full of telling something to the others; they describe the events of loss and absence; they obey their poetic duty to let the people know how the pain affects the conscience. Here in this poem an Indian poetess Sapna George has done exactly that.
Born and brought up amidst the natural beauty of Kerala, Ms Sapna is a poet of thoughtful verses and singer of the joyful lines. She loves,
To be lost in the forests of foliage / To talk to streams and water falls
Keeping her feet on the lush green foliage of the land that is known as The Garden of India, Sapna George sings her dreams thus:
Life will go out of my heart; one day ahead / Will wait among the clouds for thy foot stepsOnce talking with the poetess, I have asked her how she gets the idea of a poem. Her answer was not less than a poetic one, an answer that can come from a person who keeps always dreaming for the battement of the life of own and the life of others. On getting inspiration for a new poem she tells that: I knock the sky with a huge cry at it, and then I try to listen what the echoes coming from the sky. (Photo: SAPNA GEORGE)
Shocked at the deep down of her conscience, here the poetess diverts her attention to a more deep and thought-provoking issue. We behave in society mostly in accordance with our status and the position in the surrounding. The ego of human nature makes us feel sometimes superior (or inferior) to the others. But the death is a great equaliser. It brands every human being with only one stamp: dead. It the writing does not enhance the understanding of the readers, it is of temporary nature. But here the most prominent aspect of human life, the death, is discussed.
Do we stop life and death with fear of loosing and absence?
She would not end with a note of despair. She wants the flow of our life to continue, despite the wounds that we encounter during the course of life. (TO READ SAPNA GEORGE's Poems CLICK HERE)