April Edition 2024
P. N GopiKrishnan
Jawaharlal sat leaning on the wall Slogans echo outside. Who could that man with a full belly be? Jawaharlal saw What remains in it? The rivers of blood Relieved that the The Akashavani folks The teacher Jawaharlal took the The microphone then —————————— Note: 2.Mountbatten who rushed hearing the death of Gandhi, turned, hearing someone from the crowd shouting “the killer is a Muslim.” “No, it was done by a Hindu,” retorted Mountbatten loudly. At that time he didn’t know that the killer actually was a Hindu. Translated from Malayalam by Sylvia While jumping from Grandmother stops prayers To shut the waves that lash But —————————– ⃰Malayalam poet, social reformer and philosopher. Translated from Malayalam by Sharmila Narayana ———————————————————————————————– All of you know —————————- ⃰ Thunchaththu Ramanujan Ezhuthachan is the father of Malayalam literature and the author of Adhyatma Ramayana. Translated from Malayalam by Sharmila Narayana ———————– P N Gopikrishnan PN Gopikrishnan is the winner of this year’s Odakkuzhal Award. He is a poet with absolute political responsibility amongst his contemporaries. In this issue of The Eye, Three of Gopikrishnan’s recent poems are included. These refute the Hindutva agenda that has obscured the nation’s secular and pluralistic colours. It is a call to explore the multifaceted choices before us and opt the right one in the upcoming General Elections. Sharmila: English Professor at Christ University, Passionate about research and writing Sylvia: Graduate in Engineering from NSS College of Engineering, Palakkad. Former DGM in ONGC.
looking at that dead body.
Manu straightened
those misplaced glasses
to perfection,
not possible when alive.
most likely
they would be
Gandhi has become immortal.
Language treatment
for dead Gandhi.
A chunk of remnant bread
left behind by a satiated man
was how the dead body looked.
Me?
Jinnah?
Mountbatten?
Patel?
Radcliffe?
two newly, just formed countries?
minutes
transforming into ants,
struggling to carry away
that piece of bread.
the sweetness of Ahimsa?
threads woven by the Charka?
the DNA of love?
that flowed
in Noakhali
and Bihar
had been sucked
by that piece of bread.
on its salinity
the ants must have
researched on taste.
or
the bitter tanginess
which singlehandedly stopped
the sea of blood
that might have flowed in Delhi?
killer is a Hindu,
Mountbatten
used to sitting only on chairs
is seated leaning against the other wall.
Patel too, in disbelief
that the person who had conversed and left him
ten minutes ago
now returned as a dead body.
are fixing the microphone.
at the police station
the constable continues to write
the murderer’s statement.
has died
after assigning the arithmetic problem
Henceforth solution
has to be found by oneself.
This book written by the earth
over seventy-eight years
has to be published by oneself.
microphone in hand.
Thought he is
going to burst into tears.
started speaking
on its own.
“That light has gone out.”
1.Gandhi had conversed with Patel, just before his death.
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Mathilakam mosque
to the Arabian Sea
the azan
used to linger
in the sky for some time.
right on top
of our house.
at that time.
What,
will
Allah and Ram clash?
I used to ask
as a half-baked rationalist.
Not just to argue
but to feel the goodness of the laughter too
that grandmother alone can give.
At the time
when the world hits the heart
at the time when
each vein is squeezed out
at the time when hair follicles are pecked and examined,
enquiring
with how many drops of blood were humans created
What was the meaning
of that laughter?
Was it to express
the same deep silence that
made Guru and Ramana Mahirshi
sit either side
in Thiruvannamala,
between Ram and Rahim too?
rama rama rama rama
with pahimam
or joining Kumaran asan⃰ with
‘is it my fault, that we happened to live
for long in variance’
in beginning to scrutinize Ram
as a variety of naughtiness?
Or is it the realization that silence
is the common language in any language?
Grandmother is no more
to ask.
on January 26, 2024
when I spread out and looked
at the laughing photo
what a surprise.
Our portico has
become a middle class city
in that.
Insane mobs
making endless noise.
in the middle,
are standing naive people with folded hands
who have mistaken
a gym for inflating
the muscles of religion and power,
as a temple.
In the corner
of a dirty street
just an old man
continues to create a harmonious music
on a single stringed
raw fiddle.
When he strung
eshwar allah there naam
a double leafed grass blade sprouted
suddenly
splitting the hard ground, rising up.
I quickly grasped why grandmother
was stopping her prayers
or shedding laughter.
The ears of grain that sprout from
the same seed
should not stab and tear at each other.
The horns of the same cattle
should not confront.
Should not give way
to the cancer
where one cell eats into its
neighboring one.
India is a secular republic.
that it was
Dasaratha who exiled
Ram from Ayodhya
to the forest.
on Kaikeyi’s demand.
though not birth mother,
she was mother to
Ram and Lakshman
and like mother-in-law to Sita.
All of you know that
Ram was exiled to Ayodhya
by close relatives.
not just Ram,
they exiled Sita and Lakshman as well.
There were no courts or police station
in those times.
but there were poets.
Hence,
Valmiki in sanskrit
Kamban in tamil
Krittivasan in bengali
and Tulasidas in hindi
shouted out
“own family is behind
that exile.”
In South Asia
and South East Asia too
poets
in all possible languages
announced
“Those youngsters
were thrown
‘into the forest, not by the public,
but by kith and kin”
Unable to bear,
Ezhuthachan⃰⃰⃰
scolded near and dear ones
in malayalam as
‘O’ cruel, dark and evil minded.’
and cried through the assembled people
as ‘O lord! I have lost my life.’
Portrayed repeatedly
three souls
lying wearied on stones and roots
just drinking water from the Tamsa river.
Hence,
friends who are yelling that they have brought back Ram,
it was not Babur
who chased away Ram from Ayodhya.
But his own father
and foster mother.
the manipulation
in one’s own house.
the toxicity
of the palace.
and thirst for power.
Valmiki
Kamban
Thulasidas
and Thunchaththu Ramanujan Ezhuthachan himself
are standing in court
as witnesses.
