tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782797430009991343.post4601595418396456821..comments2023-06-12T07:28:46.980-07:00Comments on Pilani Poets: Bodhisatwa Sadhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563170466083006018noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782797430009991343.post-89048020024131289072010-03-31T22:11:21.178-07:002010-03-31T22:11:21.178-07:00I like your style of poetry and the thought behind...I like your style of poetry and the thought behind them. The other one (Solace) too ends with that glimmer of hope. I guess the short length of the poem is what excites the reader's imagination most. Really great!Shibanka Biswashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14396315099812177000noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782797430009991343.post-82383843348356261812010-03-08T03:07:55.420-08:002010-03-08T03:07:55.420-08:00:) Thank you Bodhi.I was inspired by this song Dus...:) Thank you Bodhi.I was inspired by this song Dust in the Wind by Kansas and a vague picture of the battle of Kalinga (rooted in my mind since childhood.) Just felt like writing something after a long time and then I was reminded of your request. Hence the poem!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782797430009991343.post-29071175138260515022010-03-06T07:57:02.671-08:002010-03-06T07:57:02.671-08:00Very beautiful. Thanks Lakshmi for posting this.
...Very beautiful. Thanks Lakshmi for posting this.<br /><br />Despite its short length, or perhaps as a result of it, it manages to etch out a complete painting of the ruins (physical or metaphorical); of course, cleverly borrowing images from our own imagination. It also harps on the glory of its past, the distant memory of which possibly lingers only in the leaves, the dewdrops, and in the poetess' mind.<br /><br />Although, the poem has surpassed its inspiration, it would be interesting to know what inspired the poem. <br /><br />Language wise, I thought that the repeated use of "No" prepared the platform for the "Yet". The wind fanning the fallen leaf and the smiling dewdrop are exquisite images. Also, there is almost nothing redundant in the poem. The present rubble, the ancient glory, the slow focus onto Him; and then, despite the glory fading from human memory, nature's silent obeisance, all merge together splendidly.Bodhisatwa Sadhuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08563170466083006018noreply@blogger.com