Monday, March 5, 2018

Two Curses Comments

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I once spat into the sea:
no one saw me, no one knew—
The froth of the impassioned waves
swept away my spit.
Yet sometimes I am embarrassed, after so many years I can hear
the sea curse me.

On the mail train's body I once chalked
a woman's profile:
no one saw me, no one knew—
in fact even the stars in her eyes were not there.
Before the train could cross a single station, impassioned rains came—
perhaps my sketch was washed away.
Yet sometimes I am embarrassed, after so many years I can hear
the mail train curse me.

When I walk the road every day, do I trample its heart?
When I catch a woman's nipple with my teeth, am I brutalising her?
Sipping wine on wintry mornings
do I represent an exploitative class interest?
Is it a sin to embrace Saraswati's idol in the first flush of adolescence?
I am still not sure about such things.
Yet I can distinctly hear
the sea and the mail train curse me.


Translated by Pritish Nandy.
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Sunil Gangopadhyay
COMMENTS
Mahtab Bangalee 15 March 2020

When I catch a woman's nipple with my teeth, am I brutalising her? Sipping wine on wintry mornings do I represent an exploitative class interest? Is it a sin to embrace Saraswati's idol in the first flush of adolescence? .../// greatly expressed; awesome poem penned greatest 10+++

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Bernard Snyder 14 March 2020

Very unique poem indeed. Glad I happen to have read it. Interesting!

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Dr Antony Theodore 14 March 2020

Is it a sin to embrace Saraswati's idol in the first flush of adolescence? I am still not sure about such things. Yet I can distinctly hear the sea and the mail train curse me. wonderful thoughts and questions.. tony

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Rocky 14 March 2020

Guilt is haunting the poet

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The Muse 14 March 2020

A very unique poem. Totally unexpected genre combination

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Ratnakar Mandlik 14 March 2019

A sentimental reflection of wrong things committed by a straight forward gentleman and their guilt lingering in his mind for years together. A wonderful confession. Congrats on well deserved modern poem of the Day.

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Edward Kofi Louis 14 March 2019

Impassioned waves of life! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Anil Kumar Panda 14 March 2019

A masterpiece. Like to read again and again.

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Dr.Yogesh Sharma 14 March 2019

Sick communist writer. No beauty in the poem, only perversion like communist society.

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A very good poem on the confusion between the right and the wrong

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Nikita Gupta 14 March 2019

Beauty in the curse..

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Kenneth Maswabi 14 March 2019

Wow, it is a classic poem...i love it. Thank you very much.

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Mahtab Bangalee 14 March 2019

beautiful poem// // Look- If I do something according to my wish in best way, in welfare though they curse me because I did not follow them (their whimsical wish) !

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Adrian Flett 14 March 2019

We often regret our actions

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Jayatissa K.Liyanage 14 March 2019

Looks like a conversation with his own conscience. At the time one commits a wrong, its the passion that takes the upper hand. Later only one tends to think over it in a more fair manner. Very impressively presented poem. Thanks for sharing.x

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Geoffrey Fafard 14 March 2019

This is a fabulous poem.it seems the writer invites the reader to curse him as well...Love the tension, love the feeling love the subject and also the writing structure.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 14 March 2019

A marvelous write by Sunil Gangopadhyay..........

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Gajanan Mishra 14 March 2019

beautiful write, meaningful, the sea curse me, the train curse me.

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Sunil Gangopadhyay

Sunil Gangopadhyay

Faridpur / Bangladesh (British India)
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