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Cherished Cherries Poetry of Plenteous Premises Dr. D. C. Chambial: Editor

Cherished Cherries

                                      Poetry of Plenteous Premises

                      Dr. D. C. Chambial: Editor—Poetcrit, Maranda (HP)-176 102

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Dr. K. Rajamouly, a Ph. D, on the concept of Time in Philip Larkin’s poetry, is multifaceted personality:  Professor of English, poet, short story writer, essayist, critic, and translator all in one. He has more than forty books and more than fifty critical articles to his credit.  In his collections of poems, the themes are as varied as the number of poems. Rajamouly’s Cherished Cherries (2016) is a compendium of his 243 poems in nine collections of poems: Dawn of Poetry, Rising Rays of Musings, Sights of Insights, Rays in Rhythms, Petals of Melodies, The Interior Rainbow, Quest for Bloom, Quest for Bliss, and Echoes of Woes. Each collection has a set of twenty-seven poems: all written between Sept. 1979 and May 2013. The intent of this paper is to study diverse themes of his poetry as manifest in some select poems of this collection.

 

In the very first poem, ‘Dawn of Poetry’ – a poem in five quatrains, the poet hints at his “ecstatic mood”, when his imagination soars in the sky of his inspiration. The melodies hum in his heart “in multitude” full of “myriad thoughts” and illumine his imaginative sights and sounds. This Muse – “Sri Vani” – enriches his growing art of poetry. His poems come out from “the inexhaustible fountain” through his pen “like the flower in its bloom” that swells its perfume. In such an ambience the poet writes:

In the flow, shatter my glooms in my infancy

Wide-open are the floodgates of wisdom

In the realm of radiance, the dawn of poesy

To render the raw ripe in its rays random.  (37)

This is how the poetry dawns to him, and he marches on the road of his creativity to enjoy its beauty and lilting music.

 

From poetic imagination and inspiration, the poet moves on to describe ‘Poetic Flow’: how it moves and from where it originates. He says:

Poetry is spontaneous in its flow

And surely marvelous in its glow

Originates from profound oceans

Of maxims, precepts and dictums;     (176)

Poetry delights one and all with its themes, cadence, and melodious music. He speaks about its function:

It aims to shoot evils for reform,

To ground realities. It to conform

As a sermon for all not to cripple

As a lesson not to taste the Apple.

The word “Apple” suggests the forbidden apple (alludes to Paradise Lost by John Milton) eaten by Eve in Eden: for this sin Adam and Eve were expelled from Heaven and with them came the suffering to human race

 

 Nature is another theme of his poetry. ‘Lark’, a poem in eighteen lines, begins with the natural scene of sun rising from “far realms” sending forth its first rays on the earth all around that stimulates his heart to feel “the new awakening of the scenes” – the beauties in nature. He realizes that “bitter realities” of life that “groped in the dark” stay entrenched in “broken hearts”. There emerge

Unscreened pictures and unseen tears

Untold stories and unheard tunes,

Robbed sweats, stolen treasures,

The lamb-like and their plight

To bring into broad daylight.

This is how the poet’s pent-up emotions seek release in ink on “silent paper” and he begins to sing like a lark:

The young rays reflect in magnitude

Inspire me to sing as happily as the lark

Gingerly to hook [out] the weeds like evils

Only to replace with the plants like virtues. (58)

Thus, the poet presents his poems before the readers full of virtues without evils. The similes: “as happily as the lark”, “the weeds like evils”, and “the plants like virtues” – make the poem lively and melodious.

 

In ‘Gifts of Nature’, the poet relishes the gifts, the sun, river, tree, the earth, and the air that nature has given to Man and other living beings. The sun is ever moving, giving light without any selfish motive. A river gives water to the soil for the growth of vegetation including food and fodder and all living beings. A tree gives shade and fruit for free to all men, animals, and birds. The earth is full of natural beauty with “its rich sights and sounds”. The air gives life to all living beings including plants and “presents fragrance for the pleasure of all”. While all these are selfless, have no goal of their own, but, on the contrary, man is ever selfish: whatever he does is never altruistic. It reflects man’s egocentricity and avarice. The poet sums up the poem beautifully:

God’s supreme creation, the best of all species

Enjoys His gifts of gaiety but forgets to sacrifice

And never to create a paradise in favour of God’s will

With a goal of his own.           (97)

 

 

In “Rhythms of My Heart” (102), the persona becomes a vigilant watcher of contemporary society and partaker of every “tear and smile”. He is overwhelmed to see the beauty in Nature; man is never true to his words; peace lives in every human heart and “human fragrance spreads for all”. But, at the same time, he says:

My heart sinks at appalling events

When human relation disappears

When hearts echo their fears

When faces are marked without cheers

When lives are filled with baleful tears (102)

These lines show him as a champion of the down-trodden and empathizing with them in their sufferings. He himself says that such happening, “never go unnoticed on his heart”. A true spectator of the events in his environs makes him socio-political conscious.

 

He muses on ‘Practices Today’ to reflect on our polity and their hypocrisy: They represent themselves as the “jewels of human values” by exhibiting themselves as the custodians of “human virtues”. What is manifest is not the reality: “Like glow of fruits never to see inside”. Promising justice to the common man, the “vices are non-stop” in them. These pseudo-politicians exhibit the following traits:

All practices of vices are in non-stop:

All crazed hands to mint sans limits

All craved powers to rule at summits

All evils done at the helm of affairs,

All sins committed on thoroughfares. (61)

In this poem, Dr Rajamouly exposes the hypocrisy of the contemporary polity because their politicking harms and hurts the fellow-beings and create chaos not only in society, but also “in the minds of the co-beings” – among people, in the society, the country and also in the world. This makes politicking and polity alike everywhere – a universal phenomenon.

 

‘Oracle’ is another poem on the contemporary politicians: they are full of avarice; “pose as Gandhi” and sing “Anna Hazare’s chimes” to satiate their hunger for power. The poet prays that none should “fall victims to the(se) Satans”. His advice to these politicians is ingrained in the following lines:

Not to see gaps, not to create rifts

Not to cause ripples are his real gifts

This is my oracle echoed to the human

To be humanistic and humanitarian.  (360)

This is a poem rife in ironic tone directed toward humanitarian end.

 

The poem, ‘Man of Virtues’, is woven around the theme that the world is governed by the futility of worldly power and pelf. If a man is rich – “wealthy man” – he has the power to enslave all. If one is “strong man” – rich in physical power, he can overpower all; and a ruler “with his unrivalled powers” becomes autocrat and makes all his slaves. A proud and arrogant man does not care a little for anyone. The poet calls them people of “monopoly-reigns”. They keep on ruling as long as they have their riches, physical power, sovereignty, and arrogance. But all these things are transitory: for human life is short. There is only one thing that passes the test of time: it is virtue. Therefore, the poet beautifully sums it up:

All do not remain unaffected

By the ravages of time

Except a man of virtues prime,

For whom acclaims, awards, and laurels

Mean to be ephemeral and material.

He craves never for false prestige

Spiritual rewards themselves bestow

On him for his virtues and his values,

Turning his life beyond the terrestrial,

And his fame and name eternal.         (78)

Thus, it is always the virtues and virtuous life that makes one eternal on this earth and not the riches, the physical strength, and/or the power of rulers. P.B. Shelley has beautifully conveyed the futility of riches and political power of a proud ruler named Ozymandias:

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that Colossal wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away. (‘Ozymandias’, ll.12-14)

With the passage of time all the worldly power and pelf becomes defunct, and nothing remains to reminisce.

 

 Patriotism surfaces in the poem, ‘Love for My Country’. Herein, he displays his love for his country even “more than my [his] mother”. It is here where he is born, grew up and got his education and discipline that have become his pleasure troves. He is unable to forget his innocent adolescent days that he has spent on this land. He earnestly requests his relations living in foreign lands “To come to India, to my motherland” and feel happy. However, their responses shock the person. An intricate dilemma overtakes him:

To go back as an American-fed Indian

Or to live as an Indian-born American

With my most beloved children.

Days in slow flight with an option:

Right to live here an to serve

The land that taught me to lisp, to toddle

To scribble and to shine as a candle,  (83)

These are the proud words of a patriot who loves his country than those who forsake the country of their birth for the sheen of money and face several humiliations in the countries of their domicile as one can see in the writings of Indian diaspora.

 

The poet, in ‘Animals Vs Man’, says that animals are better than men. It narrates the story of a dying animal that had starved for many days – “No fodder to eat, no shelter to seek / No water to drink, no man to respond” – and in consequence to weakness, was unable to stand on its legs. There was none who knew about it nor there someone to tell others, but its “eyes filled with tears” told a lot about its suffering. Hungry dogs and vultures surrounded it, while it struggled for survival. They wanted to satisfy their hunger by eating its flesh. There was a struggle between the dogs and the vultures for enjoying the cadaver: “Dogs bade vultures fly away by barking; / Vultures bit dogs to make them run away” and, thus, the ox fell prey to dogs and vultures “for their biological need / For their instinctive greed / But not the animals of its own class”. On the contrary man makes man “victim” for his selfishness and covetousness and doesn’t bother any harm or loss caused to others. He takes advantage of men in their need to gratify his own ravenousness. He wants to be rich overnight without caring for any ethical values. The poet sarcastically observes about man in the putrid society:

For riches overnight …

Forgetting moral values

Ignoring human virtues

In the society stinking (88)

‘Wants of the Poor’ is another short (seven lines) but beautiful poem:

Wants of the poor,

Beautiful toys,

Trampled under the feet of evil forces

Crushed between the teeth of prejudices

Arrested with the shackles of vested interests

To remain unfulfilled

Beneath the layers of failures.            (115]

The poet tells how the poor live their lives in want and drudgery.

 

As a scholar of Larkin’s poetry on the premise of Time, the concept of time is bound to permeate into his thought and contemplation. So, “Time and We” presents time as that never stops and all efforts against it go down the drain. However, a hope, in some future time, produces smiles on the faces. Despite instilling confidence in the present that does not clearly show about the future fruits, it is still oblivious about future. He beautifully observes life: “Life’s an illusion, a victim in time’s ascent / But our faces are aglow with prospects to cherish”. Though life is time’s victim, human hearts are happy to contemplate unborn prospects hidden in the womb of time to be born. One can enjoy the poem:

Time, on going, never to stop its ride

Any efforts in this result in the futile

The hope, seen in the distant, to provide

All the faces in optimism ripple with smile.

 

Still, we instill confidence though the present

Shines in faded colors about the future to flourish

Life’s an illusion, a victim in time’s ascent

But our faces are aglow with prospects to cherish.    (180)

The poem has less emotion and more prudence. Then he describes how time falls heavy on everything and this entire world in ‘Ceaseless Flow’. In this poem, the poet sings about the ravages of time: time flows ceaselessly, and everything falls prey to it. Sun rises and sets; seasons come and go; a bay grows into a youth and then old age overtakes him; rivers merge with ocean; kingdoms flourish and perish; flowers bloom, then “fade and fall”; “smiles wipe out tears”; everything of this world/universe is ever changing with the passage of time. Human desires also grow sky-high. The poet puts it thus:

Wants fly to heaven

To collapse and it is proved

Nothing stops anything

When time goes on flowing    (129)

The poet, in this poem, sings about the omnipotence of Time.

 

Human virtue also figures as one of the themes in his poetry. ‘A Spark from the Dark’ banks on the idea of human virtues surfacing above the “wicked shadows of evils” and “the crooked shackles of ills”. Human virtues survive like “sunshine” behind clouds, like diamonds hidden deep in earth, and pearls found at the bottom of the seas and oceans. They cannot be clouded or hidden for long as luster of lightning shines brightest in pitch dark. Nonetheless, virtues demand of their host

.... a strong will with a long trial

To shatter the glooms ephemeral

Definitely to win laurels

Specially to own new feathers

And for regards and rewards

And for indelible imprints in records.  (171)

After the long trials are over, a virtuous man is sure to win success, glory, and incentives.

 

Wisdom is the true ‘Diamond’. Though diamond, being the hardest, cuts all, yet its worth is limited: “No jewel ventures to reach its high towers”. On the contrary, a wise man is respected by all. Rajamouly, the poet, weaves this idea in the following words:

A wise man unopposed in his kingdom

Venerable in society for his values

Others shine in the glitter of his virtues

Since he contributes to others his wisdom.    (157)

 The poet, in this poem, illustrates how a man of wisdom is the real diamond, in fact, in the society.

 

Good teachers also become the idea of his poetry. “Unique Service” reveals the good qualities of the dedicated teachers. They perform “selfless service” for the “enlightenment” of students. They join hands to “excel … visions” and share knowledge with their students. A teacher doesn’t aspire for any laurels for himself but for imparting good knowledge to his students and loves them like his own children. A good and exemplary teacher shares his knowledge with his students “like the sun”. As the sun shoots “rays for equal mirth” of all mankind and “like the almighty to create all initial birth”, so a teacher serves as the beacon of knowledge. These very lines reveal that one must be very, very sincere, passionately devoted, and dedicated teacher in profession; whereas there are also teachers, who bother only about themselves and their profits (see TV Reddy’s poem, “University Wits”, for comparison) without caring a whit for the students. The poet sings:

What every pupil gets is surely cent percent

Knowledge on par with to his heart-consent

Not like a father to share his wealthy stature

In equal parts to his kin to the size miniature

But like the sun to shoot rays for equal mirth (135)

Thus, a true teacher serves as the source of knowledge as sun is the source of alight to one and all. However, the tribe of true teachers is declining day by day.

 

The poet, in ‘Democracy Today’, satirically hums the qualities of democracy at present. Democracy gives “all rights without any prejudices” to all. In elections “all are welcome with a currency note to vote” and the voter is reminded of his active role, “king of poll”, in democracy and voter becomes the celebrated guest “to drink to the brink”; for, wine flows free for the voters. The voter is very badly exploited by our leaders. He, for the moment, forgets his misery under the intoxication of wine (depending upon its brand). The poet rightly observes:

His innocence sings the song of exploitation

While rocking in the swing of intoxication

The moment next, this one-day king

Without any crown appears suffering.           (140)

This poem is a bitter satire on the leaders of contemporary democracy: how the poor are exploited with currency notes and wine to secure their power for full five years.

 

‘Hunger’ embraces the theme of labor class’s drudgery, helplessness, and suffering. A laborer knows his severe, harder, bitter, and deeper hunger better than any other person. He lives in penury and wants and dies in penury and want. The poet writes in this regard:

How severe

Definitely knows well his hunger

How harder

Undoubtedly is the labor of a laborer

How bitter

Certainly, is the failure of a dreamer  (163)

He is seen working hard in field without knowing any torpor. He fails even to stop the cries of his baby. He is ever busy in his “struggle for existence”. All work and no rest to pacify the hunger. He also includes a soldier and a teacher in the category of laborer for they also toil to meet their necessities of life away from their homes and hearths. The poet gives vent to this notion in these words:

For the safety of his motherland

A soldier’s pledge

A teacher to spread all his knowledge

Man travels longer

With the facts bitter

For his goals sweeter

The ideal fruits of real hunger. (164)

All those who work to pacify their hunger, but the hunger of a laborer is the severest, hardest, and bitterest: he never gets enough to take even a breath in respite.

 

Life becomes an “Illusion” for the poet in the eponymous poem. For him it is a dream, good or bad, but experience is the teacher and changes life with the passage of time “Into nullity or futility on one side / And mortality and transience on the other”. While experience is always different to expectations, life confines to transience against any prediction. Hence, the poet says that

Experience smells different from expectation

And life confines to transience against prediction

To one’s great dismay

This is the life-way.    (198)

The poet firmly holds that reality is always bitter and different from anticipation; life is governed by change taking place and not by any prophecy.

 

According to the poet, ‘Hypocrisy’ withers in the same guise in which it appears.

Time witnesses your true color

You are found ever to linger

Over the edges of sweet lips

A honeyed smile of high wit  (205)

He opines that time is witness to all shades of hypocrisy and is found over beautiful lips and in the smile of wits. Then he compares it to a cobra, a beast, a beggar. It becomes

A decent road to degradation:

Deception through protection

Corruption through cooperation

Exploitation through co-ordination    (205)

in this world of apparent duplicity and disloyalty. It entices innocent human beings through its smile. It acts majestically to fulfill its dream.

 

‘Distant Stars’ to the poet are “like reflections in mind’s horizon” always decoying the beholder with their beautiful twinkling far, far away in the sky. However, they are “reflections of [one’s] want” and seem to mock the observer. Therefore, the poet confesses:

I can’t strive at ease to feel free

From them like shadows chasing me

Their appearing to be appeasing me   (227)

Thus, distant stars remain distant for the protagonist of the poem and never come closer – unbounded and unfounded desires always stay behind unrealized.

 

The poet begins the poem, ‘Sculptures for Sermons’, with the commonly held view that they are without action, without expressions, emotions and static – devoid of any movement. But the poet maintains that sculptures “move to move the onlooker” and give him joy despite their stillness and possess beautiful features and expressions. He proceeds to eulogize them banking on the repetition of first word of each line to heighten the effect:

You’ve charms to scatter

You’ve postures to impress

You’ve gestures to capture

You’ve sermons to preach

You’ve lessons to teach

You’re superior to the animate; (229)

In this manner, the poet proves that they are superior, in every respect, to the living beings. These have been created “by the sculptor’s hands / With perseverance and patience”. Though these fall prey to time and “jealous eyes”, yet they look wonderful. It seems somewhere deep in the protagonist’s consciousness rests the destruction of Buddha sculptures in the Bamiyan valley, Afghanistan by the Talibans. The poet sums up:

Still, you look beautifully capable

Of expressing the inexplicable

Every unbroken remains

As whole reflect lessons

Expressions and sermons.       (229)

 

In ‘Twilight’, the poet tells how the birds safeguard their young ones during snowfall. They keep them warm under their plumes during nights, between dusk and twilight, till the sunrays reach their cozy nests. They begin singing before sunrise to be safe from the risks of daylight predators. Thereafter, they go away in search of food and safely return, “at sunset”, to their “little ones” in nests. All parasites – snakes and hunters – plan to catch the birds. Hungry snakes look “to swallow” the new-born babies and hunters spread seeds to catch the birds in their nets. The birds in the evening, safe from the traps of hunters, return to their nests and little ones. The poet gives vent to this moment of joy in the following lines:

Fluttering back to nests for glowing glance

Of their young ones to coo in full delights

Indeed, the happiest moment in their daily lives

A tension to be faced between the twilights.  (235)

The poet makes use of pun of the phrase “between the twilights”: it refers to night as well as day. During nights their tension is to save their young ones from the chill and during daytime they are worried about their and little ones’ safety from the predators described in the poem as parasites.

 

 The poem, entitled “Darkness to Light” (247), echoes the spirit of Vedic hymn, “Tamso ma jyotirgamaya …”

 

The poet tells the readers that it is time that leads, contrary to the spirit of the hymn basically sung in praise of Sun god in soma yajna, from darkness to light. Time, through bitter realities and unveiling many secrets of life, leads to light and knowledge from darkness and ignorance, both almost synonymous. The secular Sun knows no difference between caste and creed and spreads its rays to bring smile to the sad and sombre faces alike. The rainbow colours on ‘seeded’ wetlands urge life out of them for bearing fruits (heat, water, and light essential for the growth of vegetation). Dr Rajamouly expresses it in the following words:

The sun is to shoot rays for miles

To sing the sunshine of smiles

Quelling all fears

Wiping out all tears.

And life becomes a winding journey. The poet gives voice to this thought:

Life to journey long paths

From the desert to oasis

Quenching thirsts

Hosting feasts. (247)

The aim of human life, on this earth, should be to end suffering and bring happiness to one and all irrespective of one’s color and creed. One should not forget that all human beings are alike. It is the life-circumstances that make one rich and the other poor.

 

“Paradise Lost’ sings about the first disobedience of man and woman in their “sheer innocence”. As a result of it death and seven sins were hurled on the inhabitants of the earth for their lives – Adam and Eve expelled from Heaven to Earth, though it was “against the Will of Providence”. Men now claim that they have super brain yet have again lost the paradise:

Man today with super brain

Got Paradise lost once again

Than that of Adam and Eve

due to their over ambition to possess money and power and control the world (as is evident in America-China-Russia race for supremacy and inventing more to most disastrous arsenals and war-heads). The poet winds up the argument of the poem with the following lines:

To place themselves high on the tower

And justify their ways to the men

In Adam and Eve-like innocence

At the feet of the clever lying lower

Humbly bowing in permanence

Slavishly living in independence.      (250)

It is, in fact, a satire on the contemporary man and polity. However, he writes ‘True Paradise’ to supplement it and know that, despite his endless desires, this earth is the true paradise:

He climbs the tallest apex to be free

And the highest peak to fly

But falls down to the earth

To glimpse the true paradise  (25-52)

In truth, one may dream of varied heavens to live in, but earth is the only and the best heaven to live. The only need is for the equal distribution of amenities, opportunities, and resources available here.

 

In ‘Beauty’, the protagonist does not cherish the physical beauty of any damsel or that of nature, but, instead, remembers the sacrifices of parents to bring him up and provide him with the desired education that has made him what he is today. He still enjoys the memories of his childhood days when used to see “glimpses of farthest realms” in the care of his father. His encouragement at his early successes – “his ecstatic clap for my topped merit” – he cannot forget. The poet still remembers the expenses that his father bore on his education by doping “laborious work in the scorching sun”. He still remembers the “unbound joy” on the receipt of father’s letters. He equally remembers how his mother’s “lulling lap” became the seat when he was fed, and she instilled in him the love for nature by “pointing [to] the gay objects of nature” and her

Tearful waiting on late return from school

And offerings of holy lamps to deities

For the blessings for my life in smiles

In the freedom from poverty-shackles.  

Now when he is grown up and well-established in life, he falls in reverie of those old days and fails to forget the sacrifices his parents had made and their prayers for his life well off. He fondly remembers:

I perceive them at the sight of my eyes,

The eyelids to save the eye of my life

When I’m keen on looking into my palms

Where my father and my mother abide

For lively evocation of lovely memories.  (272)

It is not only a beautiful tribute to his parents but also full of beautiful sentiments of gratitude for his mother and father. Here lies the true beauty o  f this poem that imparts title to this poem.

 

“Mahatma’, in fact, celebrates the ideas and ideals of Mahatma Gandhi in free India. Though he does not name him anywhere in the poem, yet oblique references flash Gandhi before the readers’ “inward eye” and they immediately realize the personality behind the scenes. In the poem, the poet alludes to pigeons “in the confines of cages” and flowers “faded to clouded beams” are the real victims. Here, pigeons and flowers suggest the poor of the country: “Free to live in inequality” and “Bartered to swing, in imbalance”. Now, only

Sheer virtues are values

In misuse for abuse

For mere money and power:   (277)

The last stanza brings to fore the character of Mahatma Gandhi:

He once in high acclaims

As Mahatma, the Great Soul,

Now echoes the wail of woes

In the deep vales of his soul.  (278)

 

The flower, in “My Quest for Bloom” (287), grows to spread its fragrance and be offered to the deity, contrary to Mahadevi Verma’s “Pushpa Kee Abhilasha” [iq"Ik dh vfHkyk"kk], wherein it wishes to be offered not to any God, but, at the feet of patriots. When a drop falls from the dark clouds in an open oyster, it becomes pearl to give pleasure to one and all. Similarly, the poet says that each verse should have so much melody in it that it should delight one and all alike. The poet sings:

It dawns ever at my heart’s core

From its most fantastic origin for sure

And spurts forth from the fountainpen

To flow to the paper in the scenic form,

Anxious to delight the heart with sense

Each to say: “It’s my quest for bloom.” (287)

The last line seems to echo P. B. Shelley’s line, from “Ode to the West Wind”,

…, by the incantation of this verse,

Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth

Ashes and sparks, my words among Mankind! (lines 65-67)

 

 

‘Life Vs Time’ is in form of a dialogue between life and time. Life has come a long journey – “long traverse” and has tried to keep pace with Time – My pace bound as fast as yours / With challenges to your force”. Life admits that it tries hard to win over Time yet remains a loser in the end:

I’m in trials life long to conquer

Like the hard struggle of a creeper

But miserably fail to grow further

You’re a winner; the fact I concur.   

Time tells life that human life is short and mortal – “a guest for temporary stay”. While life is a rivulet that loses identity when it merges with the river, time is the “living river”. Time is immortal and eternal:

At all hours, I’m the wind to churn

The earth to rotate, the stars to glow

The cloud to pour, the sun to burn

The cock to crow and water to flow. (304)

And then, it tells life:

I’m the sea with you, a tidal guest

For your rise and fall in my powers

All beauty in novelty is my quest

You concur with me in my orders.     (305)

 

The poet laments the loss of human values in ‘Fading Values’. Ethical values are the rocks of sound humanity, but now, it seems these have gone on holiday due to the negligence of the “watchful gardeners”. The vents his despair in these words that values

Fade now in fast measures

When watchful gardeners

In deep slumbers

In stead, the values that are practiced in society are harmful than the weeds (youth becoming drug-addicts):

Weeds to emit the narcotic

Plants to spread the fragrant

Weeds to outgrow plants

Omitting human essences

From the Eden of Adam

With law in undue hands

For misuse and abuse.            (312)

While singing about the loss of values, the poet considers the present guardians of law (politicians) as incompetent and misfit. They misuse and abuse it in place of using properly and wisely.

 

“Secret of Joy” is about one’s utmost jubilation on attaining success and fame. It is the result of one’s hard work and devotion. The beautiful poem, and also the shortest (six lines) in the anthology, is cited in full:

The scorching ray of toil

With utmost swearing devotion

Trickles down to sparkling beams

Through the prism of scintillating success

To glitter in the rainbow colors of fame

That is the secret of one’s joy. (315)

The true secret of joy lies only in hard work and deserves comparative study with Robert Frost’s poem ‘Mowing’ that also epitomizes the theme of labour beautifully: “The fact is the sweetest dream that labor knows” (line 13). There is one more poem, ‘The True Sense of Labor’ (338) on the same theme by the poet under study.

 

The poem, ‘Hamlet’, presents the character sketch of Hamlet from Shakespeare’s eponymous tragedy. He had a complex bent of mind though kind. In him he had the qualities of “head and heart” in full measure. Through his actions, he “Thwarts various thoughts nefarious” though serious. He keeps on vacillating without reaching any solution. ‘To be or not to be’ is the greatest dilemma with him. Ultimately, he feigns madness which turns out to be a suicidal situation for him. The poet summarizes in the concluding couplets:

Most noble and sovereign in merit

But ‘an apotheosis of human spirit’

 

The scintilla of verdict of the jury

A victim of smiling villain’s fury.      (326)

Despite being intelligent and kind, Hamlet remains servile to his indecisive nature that leads to delays in solving the riddle of his life – the reason behind the murder of his father and his mother marrying his uncle. It reminds the reader that the poet is an academician and has studied and taught Hamlet - a tragedy play by William Shakespeare.

 

The poem, ‘To Be Human in Actions’, seems to echo the spirit of Chambial’s poem, ‘Masks’, published in his second anthology, The Cargoes of the Bleeding Hearts (1984). However, the mode of saying differs. Both strike at human hypocrisy. Rajamouly says:

Whether it is false or true

Depends solely on its two faces

Shaped well and carved well  (346)

And “To have the two faces right owns a right / To be valued in its real validity on par”. The poet wants to inquire whether “man with two facets” – in professional and personal life – is necessity. He says that the two faces (good and bad) of man are inseparable like the two sides of a coin. The poet sums up the poem:

Not only the head but also the heart

Not only sagacity but also gaiety

Two in one to have all won to be human

One with two to win the life thin spun.          (347)

On the other hand, Chambial writes that one must have two faces to succeed in the present age. He writes:

To live successfully 

at the present hour

one must have two faces— (Chambial 39)

Chambial concludes the poem thus:

We must live by two

or lag behind

in the race to knock

our rivals down

on the ground

to prove the prowess

and succeed in the struggle. (40)

 

 ‘True Essence’ is the sad tale of an intelligent girl who “cherished a dream” in her life to serve her nation by doing service “of distinction”. But her dreams were not to be fulfilled, she was gang-raped – “It was a gang-rape of pathetic plight”. The poet describes this tragedy:

Meast’, m in ‘man’ in appearance

And east in ‘beast’ in performance

As cobras bit her in the way insolent

Her heart cried still; her voice silent  (351)

The poet invents a portmanteau word “Meast” from the two words “man” and “beast” to describe the rapists. Perhaps, the poet while writing this poem had the tragedy of Nirbhaya* in his mind. It was the horrendous crime committed by the social hyenas. One shudders to remember the tortures, she was put to after gang-rape. She wanted to live; struggled for life but ultimately succumbed to the fatal wound inflicted on her. The poet wants poetic justice for the criminals (the four accused were sentenced to death on 22 Jan. 2020). Poetic justice was met. The poet writes:

Before law, tit for tat; life for life;

Here the white pigeon is in strife,

Tongue-tied and wing-tied in verity

Chased and caged against its liberty. (352)

This is a poem on the gruesome crime perpetrated on 23 year young physiotherapist intern in the history of free India

 

In “Woman”, the poet praises the qualities of a woman from her childhood when she takes birth as a flower to swell the smell of love and affection; she serves to bridge and cement the relationship of two, hitherto strange, families. She

Enters the venue of wedding

As a bridge of families, spreading

The sunshine of relation on earth

The marital wine of bridal mirth

And then

As a lovely bird in the love-nest

A heaven she cherishes the best

All her long life as a better-half

As a fruit to spread its seeds off

In her land for race-perpetuation        (375)  

with “her kin in every generation”. Such is a woman “Born in the Indian soil to shine / Under the aegis of her reign”. The last two lines of the poem, seem to me, restrict the glory of a woman to Indian sub-continent and make the poem regional. How I wish it should have been: “as a woman everywhere / in every land and clime” to make it universal.

 

‘My Love’ the first poem on the tender emotion of human beings. It begins, when he saw her:

I saw her, her unsurpassed majesty

Unrivalled virgin of seraphic beauty,

Sweet blend in bounteous charms

She almost blazed him with her marvelous beauty. And then

Her smiles smile hearty welcome to her side

As a bride for her groom in her pride,

Her lips gaily carved on my lips the song,

The most lavished words cherished long

Later he tells, in the poem, that it seemed to him that cuckoo has learnt her tune from his beloved – a poetic corollary. Thereafter,

Like the swan she walked by my side

So gracious in our providential ride,

Singing the song of her love as my bride

On hearing her song, the protagonist’s heart

……. let flow from its interior

The lyric of my enshrined love for her;   (63)

Which runs into nine lines and promises that their mutual love will culminate in “pure and true” love. And then he muses:

Sharing our pleasure in a welcome gesture

To treat our union as a divine treasure

For our everlasting pleasure   (63-64)

The last stanza sums up the fancy of his dream:

All seemed happy—with me in a look—

All of a sudden, my glimpse at my better-half

When she woke me up with jealous look

To see my joyous Love off.   (64)

This stanza echoes the protagonist’s desperation like that of the knight-at-arms in Keats’s poem ‘La Belle Dame Sans Merci’ when his dream ended on a cold hillside. Beautiful poem both in conception and execution.

 

‘Love’ is the other poem on the same theme. In this poem the protagonist compares her beauty to “the lightning in the dark” that held him spellbound. And he says:

I smelt my heart blooming

I felt my senses swinging

In the school of lovemaking

Learning ‘LOVE’ and its spelling      (137)

The use of capital letters in “love” emphasizes the impact on him both fell in love without any disruption: “You love me and I love you / But no distraction in the view”. Hearing these words, the protagonist voices his love for her like Cupid:

 “Pure remains the love of ours:

That of uniquely adorable lovers

And be fresh like the glowing flower

With a chance to fade away never”    (138)

Thus, he assures her of the purity of their love and prays for its incessant freshness without wilting in the time to come.

 

Then this love transforms into ‘Gift of Love’ and becomes a “magnificent token of love” shining as

Marvelous and fabulous

Priceless and spotless

Given to gladden with its chime

Me in prime all the time

While the beloved is estranged from the protagonist (may be in marriage with someone else), yet it remains,

… still a flower of fresh fragrance

And a jewel with blissful radiance

That multiplies the mettle of my memory

To cherish its beauty in bounty

The protagonist accepts separation with a philosophic heart as the effect of all powerful Time:

“Time in its flow governs life

With mellifluous memories

In mouth dissolving cherries.”           (264)

As the taste of cherries lingers for long after having eaten them, so the memories of love also stay long in the memory of the love’s heart. How can one forget!

 

In the poem, ‘Maiden Love’, the poet acquaints the reader with his first love in life. While it describes the beloved’s flawless beauty, her memory ever keeps alive in his mind, tickling and tingling his heart. It makes the reader spellbound. Here I quote the poem in full for the delight of the readers:

My crush on a damsel

With angelic features to excel

A blush with dimples aglow

A glowing smile over her lips

Immaculate without blemish

In tender age that entails

No barriers and no frontiers

Her figure on the inner screen

Indelible and inerasable

She shoots beams like the moon

Inexhaustible and inextinguishable

Her voice clings at my threshold

Still rings in my interior ever

So glittering her amorous glance

Straight at my countenance

Even today bestows fragrance

Like freshly bloomed tulips

Full graceful her pace

Like the dazzling daffodils

With spontaneous bliss

All her at once all together

Memories to evoke rapture. (301)

The entire poem flows with the speed of a hilly stream but the last line becomes heavy and slow as a river flows down from the hills and comes to plains and flows placidly as if resuscitating breath.

 

In sum, poetry, nature, political hypocrisy, futility of power and pelf, patriotism, selfishness, poverty, Time, human virtues, teachers, democracy, human suffering, life, human duplicity, human desires, sculptures, care and concern for young ones, love for culture, loss of human values, hard work the essence of life, personalities like Gandhi, atrocities on women, sacrifices of women, and the primordial instinct of love are some of the themes dealt with in this article.

 

Thus, Dr K. Rajamouly emerges as an advocate of human virtues, a scientist probing Nature for human delight, a detractor of social evils, decline in democratic polity and a philosopher. It is the need of the hour that our critics, who turn to foreign authors for exploring their works, take notice of the indigenous writers and show to the world that we also have poets of the stature of Wordsworth and Shelley.

 

*Note: The 23-year-old physiotherapy intern, who came to be known as ' Nirbhaya' (fearless), was gang-raped and savagely assaulted on the night of December 16, 2012, in a moving bus in South Delhi. She died of her injuries a fortnight later in a Singapore hospital

 

Works Cited

Chambial, D.C. Words 1979-2010: A Collection of Poems. Aadi Publications, 2012, pp. 39-40.

Frost, Robert. “Mowing.” Selected Poems. Ed. Ian Hamilton. Rpt. 1975. Penguin Books, 1973.

Raghupathi, K V, ed. The Rural Muse: The Poetry of T. Vasudeva Reddy. Authors Press, 2014.

Rajamouly, Dr. Katta. Cherished Cherries: A Collection of Nine Anthologies. Authors Press, 2016.

Shelley, P. B. “Ozymandias.” 1818.


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