Thursday, March 29, 2012

Genealogy Comments

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I recognize my father's wooden skin
The sun in the west lights up his bald bones
I see his face and then his broken pair of shoes
His voice comes through, an empty sleeve.
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Arvind Krishna Mehrotra
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Bijay Kant Dubey 22 August 2020

It is a poem of genealogy, family genealogy and history which Mehrotra is telling here in this poem, even taking us back to Lahore, the Partition drama which he might heard it later on and the journey from there to be to where he is now. There is something of course of dislocation, displacement and immigration which none but he has come to feel and mark it and all that he alludes and refers to symbolically said as an anecdote.

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Bijay Kant Dubey 21 August 2020

Genealogy, he is reading his genealogy, telling about the journey from Lahore in a rather sad tone taking us to the Partition scenarios and dismemberment of people to people contacts and uprooting of the roots of nativity resulting in painful displacement and dislocation difficult to be felt and put into words.None but they could say who undertook the tedious, tempestuous journey. How was it Lahore? What did it become in the aftermath of?

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Arvind Krishna Mehrotra

Arvind Krishna Mehrotra

Lahore / British India (Pakistan)
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