The Scientist

The Scientist

by Dr. K. Rajamouly

This is the age of science and technology when the scientist poses superior to others and does not care for others as he feels far above all others. He feels haughty and boorish for his scientific advancement and technological progress. He never cares for all others who are equally authoritative in their respective fields. He thinks that he has bombs in his hands. He can kill all his enemies and all if he wants as his bomb is able to spoil ten worlds including the earth. He thinks that he can do wonders but does not know that he does blunders too. He knows "how to fly in the sky and swim in the sea but he doesn't know how to walk on earth." It means that he forgets how to behave on earth like man to be human and humanistic to reflect humanity.

There was a clash between Dr. Sputnik and others in various fields like philosophy, art, and literature. He challenged all of them to display their powers. Others were not ready to display their powers to compete with him. He posed superior to others. One day he happened to meet Mr. Vedanth, the most reputed philosopher, and had a deep discussion with him.

When Mr. Vedanth told many things about philosophy and its supremacy over all other subjects including science and technology that help the man invent a bomb that is able to destroy the whole world today. We are not willing to lose any civilization, any culture and any heritage in the name of world war to result in human loss. The war knows only violence and the loss of all that are to reflect the merit of man. For that, we have to preserve man to preserve all these to his credit. What we want are peace and harmony, values and virtues and so on but not bombs and clashes, violence and unrest and so on. Dr. Sputnik did not agree with him in any aspect on the one hand and challenged him to the exhibition of his powers for a success on the other.

Dr. Sputnik invited the philosopher, Mr. Vedanth to his house to learn his powers the following morning. He was ready to come to his house.

Mr. Vedanth was at the magnificent mansion of Dr. Sputnik. It was in a building with infinite floors. It all appeared to touch the sky as it was in the most gigantic stature. He was at the gate that was also very big. He did not know how to enter. He stood there humbly. Immediately the doll of a parrot came out of a box fixed on the gate to invite him in a polite manner.

'Hello, Good Morning...my dear guest...'

'Very Good morning...,' said Vedanth

'Welcome...welcome...welcome...welcome...welcome...,' said the doll.

'Thank you... Say once more... Say "welcome"... Your voice is very melodious...,' said Mr. Vedanth.

'Thank you...welcome...welcome...welcome...welcome...,' said the doll.

'Very sweet welcome...,' said Vedanth.

The gate was slowly opening while the sweet music was going on. It was very sonorous and melodious to listen to. His heart was rejoicing a lot. His happiness knew no bounds for he was delighted with the music.

Vedanth was at the door. The door was opening automatically. A hit song was playing to welcome him... Meanwhile, Dr. Sputnik came forward to receive him cordially. He said with all pride,

'Welcome to you...'

'Thank you...,' said Vedanth.

'Mr. Vedanth, this is my lab of wonders... I can show you all my contributions to science and technology,' said Sputnik.

'Very good...Congratulations...,' said Vedanth.

'Thank you... Let's first visit the three dolls to speak three different languages-international language, national language, and regional language... Listen...We find them wishing us "Good Morning", "namaskar", "namaskaramulu" twice with folded hands,' said Sputnik.

'We too wish you with folded hands...It is our custom...,' said Vedanth.

'Let's watch the wonders of this lab...Here is a peacock. See how it dances very gracefully when music goes on...,' said Sputnik.

'Very wonderful...wonderful indeed...it dances more gracefully than the real peacock...,' said Vedanth.

'Please stand here...without any motion...The small robot will tell your temperature, your weight, your heartbeat, your blood pressure level and your horoscope...,' said Sputnik.

'This is your temperature...This is your weight...This is your heartbeat...This is your blood pressure...This is your horoscope...,' said the robot sending out a report through a window.

'Very wonderful...,’ said Vedanth.

'You can see many more wonders...one after the other...I've various kinds of scientific equipment. I've prepared for all this by spending a lot and using my science brain. I've invested millions in this..., ' said Sputnik.

'All are very wonderful...I heartily congratulate you on your contributions and their performances...You're indeed great...I appreciate you in all respects. I've appreciated the bombs scientists invented in the age of science and technology. The bombs used in the Second World War were a thousand times more powerful than the ones used in the First World War. The bombs which we have today are a billion times more powerful than the ones used in the Second World War. The countries that have bombs are proud of themselves. If we use a bomb in the war-field today, there will be colossal loss. It can never save any life and man's race or any race on earth. This credit goes to the scientist like you...,' said Vedanth.

'I gave an idea...a tiny inkling to them. I was the key person in the manufacturing of bombs. For that I was highly felicitated...Now my country is on par with the advanced countries.' said Sputnik with pride and honour.

'Bombs for wars are there in the pockets but ideas about peace are at the heart...It is like sleeping with the bombs under the pillows and with our heads on pillows,' said Vedanth.

'All these are the products of science and technology...These are few among the many with me to my credit as a sign of my merit in the modern age...I've shown some to you... some samples. Next time you can see many more...,' said Sputnik, welcoming Mr. Vedanth for tea.

'What would you like to have...coffee or else tea... or cocktail i.e. coffee and tea together... Here are their buttons...coffee, tea, cocktail, sugar, etc. Here is the number button...What do you want...?' said Sputnik.

'Let's have coffee...,' said Vedanth.

 

'I touch the coffee button and the number button...I touch 'two'. Here we find two cups of relishing hot coffee...Okay these are not coffee cups but cups of coffee. Please have...,’ said Sputnik.

'Yes, it's very fine... very fine... very tasty... very delicious...Its flavour is super... unsurpassed...Congratulations...on your unfailing adventures...,' said Vedanth when he had coffee with all praises to the scientist.

'Thank you...,' said Sputnik with all pride.

While Vedanth was going to the door, He heard the words in the melodious tone, 'Thank you...u...u...u... Thank you...u...u...' Then Sputnik sent him off, waving. He was haughty in pose and unrivalled in contribution to science while bidding goodbye to his philosopher-guest, Vedanth who was approaching the gate. Again, the doll of a parrot came out of the box and said in the echoing voice,

'Thank you very much for your visit... Visit again... Visit again... Visit again... Visit again...Visit again...Visit again and again.'

'Very sweet voice...Say "visit again" again...' said Vedanth.

'Visit again...Visit again...Visit again...Visit again...Visit again...Visit again ' said the doll of a parrot as per the wish of Vedanth.

... ... ... ...

The next morning, an uninvited guest with his four companions was at the gate of Sputnik. The doll of a parrot came out of the box welcomed them, saying,

'Hello, Good Morning...my dear guest...'

'Very Good morning...,' said the uninvited guest with the companions.

'Welcome...welcome...welcome...welcome...welcome...'

'Thank you... Say once more...say, "Welcome"... Your voice is very melodious...,' said the uninvited guests

'Thank you...welcome...welcome...welcome...welcome...'

'Very sweet welcome...,' said the uninvited guests.

The gate was slowly opening while the sonorous music was going on. It was very melodious to listen to. Their hearts were rejoicing in it a lot. Their happiness knew no bounds for they were delighted with the music.

The five uninvited guests were at the door. The door was opening automatically. A super hit song was welcoming them...Meanwhile Dr. Sputnik came forward to receive them cordially. He said with all pride,

'Welcome to you...'

'Thank you...'

Sputnik received the guests cordially though they were not invited. Sputnik was suspecting them, as they looked different. They followed him to the exhibits one after the other. They followed him to the small robot to greet them in three languages. The situation appeared favourable for them to steal all the valuables. Two were ready with guns in their hands to shoot Sputnik if he prevented them from stealing. They were filling all the scientific valuable exhibits and all kinds of scientific equipment in their bags. Then Sputnik was shocked when he found them stealing...He said,

'O! Don't take them...'

'Shut up...' said the uninvited guests with the guns aiming at him.

'You, thieves...Who invited you...? I didn't invite you...You're uninvited guests... What are you taking? All the things are my life... I spent my life inventing or preparing all these things... Don't take them away...They are my near and dear...,' said Sputnik humbly.

'Shut up... Do you want to live or not...? If you want life...Shut up...Keep quiet... lest your life fly away to the sky,' said the uninvited guests.

'Don't take anything...I can't buy them again in my life... They cost millions and millions...,' said Sputnik with folded hands, crying like anything.

Sputnik's wife heard this and came to him crying. They threatened Sputnik and his wife, filled all the valuable things in his bags and were ready to go away.

'Please...Don't take them...' said his wife, touching their feet while her husband Sputnik was trying to call the police.

'Whom are you calling?' said they and snatched the smart phone from him.

All thought that the uninvited guests were thieves from nowhere. They stole all the money when they found it in a box and were going. Sputnik and his wife followed them to the door, saying

'For God's sake...don't take any thing....'

They tried their best, but it was in vain. While the thieves were approaching the door, they heard the words in the melodious music, 'Thank you'. Then Sputnik was unhappy and sad. He felt insulted and humiliated for the loss of his contributions to science while his wife was weeping all the time. Again, the doll of a parrot came out of the box and said to the thieves in the voice to resonate,

'Thank you very much for your visit...Visit again...Visit again...Visit again...Visit again...Visit again...Visit again and again.'

'Very sweet voice...Say "visit again" again...,’ said the thieves.

'Visit again...Visit again...Visit again...Visit again...Visit again...' said the doll of a parrot considering their request.

Sputnik and his wife fell in the ocean of tears. All his poses vanished, and his glory diminished against his expectations. They tried to get them back with the help of the police, but all their trials went futile. The things and the fame he enjoyed were not long lasting. He wanted to own them ever but failed to do so. Pride goes before destruction or a great loss, an irreparable loss.

10-Aug-2024

More by :  Dr. K. Rajamouly

Published: boloji.com

https://www.boloji.com/articles/54422/the-scientist

Bricks of Beauty

Bricks of Beauty

Beauty is an artful mansion,

Built with the bricks of aesthetics,

Stands on the foundation of truth,

To lead to enlightenment.

Beauty like the flower,

With fragrance at its heart

To sweeten the atmosphere

Natural in art, mold, and build.

Beauty like a sweet tune

With verity in its essence

The cuckoo knows its melody, 

To fill the hearts with bliss.

Beauty like a dance in grace,

Affluence in the swan’s pace

The steps taken in right rhythms,

For life to lead in righteous ways.  

Beauty like the poem in gush

With musings for an expression,

Woven with the threads of emotions,

For the creative joy of the supreme,

Beauty like light with its lusters,

That lead from pitch darkness,

To knowledge in flawlessness

For life to abide in gaiety.

For beauty and truth interwoven

Complementary to each other

One is not there, sans the other,

Bricks of beauty are tricks of truth.

Published: boloji.com

https://www.boloji.com/poem/29498/bricks-of-beauty

Date: 10-Aug-2024

"Hemanta Pramanik - Songs of Immortality"

              "Hemanta Pramanik as a Keen Observer of Man and Nature":  An Overview

                                With a Special Reference to Songs of Immortality

Hemanta Pramanik is one of the plants of poetic art, growing exuberant with fragrant flowers of poems in the garden of creative writing. As a poet, he carves a niche by virtue of his distinctive characteristics and special features for his thematic brilliance. He occupies a place in the galaxy of contemporary poets to shine in the literary firmament. He contributes the present collection of poems entitled Songs of Immortality to Indian English literature. It consists of the sections: Nature, Mankind, Love and Almighty. It features several poems that enriched the journals and the magazines of high repute like Poecrit, Metverse Muse, The Storm, Poets International, Deshkaal (The Mirror of Time, ISSN2320-012X) and so on. His poems have featured in many anthologies. He participated in Bengali poetry recitals and drama performances.

First, Hemanta Pramanik with the poetic bent of mind was under the inspiration of Shakespearean sonnets. He contributed poems to school and college magazines. He is a bilingual poet and writer in Bengali and English.   

Apart from being a poet, Hemanta Pramanik is a critic and translator. He is the Executive Editor of Deshkaal.  He is a teacher of English (Higher Secondary School) by profession and a creative writer by passion.  He has indomitable attraction for art, music, literature and culture.  He has unique stature as a poet. 

What according to Hemanta Pramanik is a poet? The poet is above all to state the facts with minute details and show the ways to the human race for enlightenment,

The poet forever

Insights beforehand,

                        Always a forerunner,

                        Columbus on a new world                                                       'POET'

The poet always lives and leads the race to the truth in the human ways for humanity, 'illuminating the world thoughts'. He detests the barbaric ways in present society that lead the race to brutality. This collection reflects the truth that he has a sensitive heart to evince his concern for society and its welfare and inquisitive mind to portray his concern for society through the medium of creative writing especially the genre of poetry.  

Pramanik loves poetry for its unrivalled characteristics aiming at messages. It presents him comforts, smiles, and joys in all respects. For him, smile is poetry,

...as the poetry

that soothes my mind 

with joy an peace

rejuvenating me anew

Poetry, in fact, has all powers to redeem the world from sins, delight the souls in woes and appease the hearts in aches.  

The poet can witness what the sun cannot. Pramanik, as a poet, truly presents his observations in his poetry,

 

                       To sing the song of peace

           On lyrics of hope and freedom                                         'FANCY FLIGHT'       

Whoever holds a mirror to his observations is a poet to record the events, feelings, thoughts, findings, and all taking place in the society around him. It is the poet's bounden responsibility to pen by portraying them with snapshot details.  As a poet, he observes nature, life, the life around him (society), love, God and so on.

Pramanik adores Nature. He finds her beauties in his beloved to bestow on him full of gaieties,

 

That my love for Nature.

Her beauties I find in you,

you are my Nature, I view.

... ... ... ...

                        Your fascinating face resembles

a freshly blossomed flower

                        whose beauty mesmerises 

                        me like a butterfly

                        charmed to its loveliness                                        'You Are my Nature'

Pramanik personifies nature as Nature by giving the status of divinity.  Nature is God's best creation with fascinating sights, sounds and scents for the rapture of every creature as the most wonderful nature on earth,

With great wonder before His creative arts

                        The mystic beauty as pleasant pleasure

                        To make me humbled my enlightened spurts             'EVENING BLISS'

As a poet and man, Pramanik feels crazed with the spells and wonders of nature. He feels inspired to write poetry for the gush of his ideas in the natural overflow of emotions,   

Seeing Nature grows my rhyme.                                            'AUTUMN'

As a lover of nature, Pramanik describes the beauty of the celestial objects like the moon in the night in the photographic way, 

Autumnal full moon night

awakes whole right,

drenched in moonlight

fairest of all nights                                       'THE AWAKENING NIGHT'

Pramanik as a lover of nature describes rains, the moon, clouds, storms, green fields, trees, herbs, shrubs, grass, birds, animals, flowers, bees, caterpillars, butterflies, the sky with stars, mountains, hills, plains, rivers, lambs and lions so on. He describes all flora and fauna for he loves them to the core, 

The lambs and lions I see in Nature

The hills and the plains exist ever,

Where blue skies mirror upon and vistas

Plants and animals of infinite secies.

    ... ... ... ... ...

Wonderfully my quest makes the sense

Butterflies all creations His omnipresence.                     'MY QUEST'  

Even the beauty of every blade of grass with its flowers impressed Wordsworth. So is the case with Pramanik. He expresses his feelings for all 'greeneries of lush green'. He feels impressed by the shines and sheens of the shrub,

Confident and conspicuous the shrub

Whispers in his sweet musings

                        'I could make the Earth heavenly

                        and hospitable to all earthlings.'                                  'FIRST BLOOM'

As a poet and man, Pramanik adores the sun, 'Our beauteous world heaven'.  The sun gives us warmth and light-life to all creatures,

Yet the sun glows the horizon

fading the darkest height,

of hope the rays bright

forever enlivens the human   'THE SUN GLOWS OVER THE HORIZON'

Pramanik's descriptions of natural objects are kaleidoscopic. The vivid depiction of the starlit nights is the highlight of the collection of poems, 

Eternal twinklers of sky in great unison,

Of black canvas they come out more shining,

... ... ... ... ... ...

                       This bliss my soul preserves as pure treasure

So aesthetic far off mundane measure           'EVENING BLISS'

Pramanik admits time's greatness in 'LAST DAY'. For him, Time is the true teacher to teach realities and actualities, truths and facts in the journey of life,

'Time, the great counsellor

turns up then

with consoling speeches,

  

Pramanik admits that time brings about innumerable changes in life and its stages, the cycle of seasons in nature, the lifestyles in society and so on.

As a poet, Pramanik personifies time as Time, giving the status of divinity to it. He concurs with the invincible powers of time as it conquers us all in the universe, 

In the deep, unfathomable sea of Time,

                        Like ships, float all the earthly, mortal things,

The violent waves tune down our lives' chime

                        To fate surrender we, the human beings.           'Love-The Panacea of Life'

Time creates history. History functions as the record of time. It has powers to witness good and bad. When man resorts to crimes like rapes, murders, and all incidents of violence, 

... justice waits Time's turn,

all in the society

the humanitarians forever

tortured community.                                          'MEND YOUR WAYS'

As a poet, Pramanik feels sorry for life is lacking in essence and devoid of sense, Life is supposed to have sense and essence, values and virtues as the sign of humanity,

         

My mind aches for essence

of life that purifies the soul.  

Life is after all a mixture of tears and smiles, up and downs, ebbs and tides, defeats, and victories. Pramanik is of the opinion,

Human life itself, you know, a struggle

Either royal victory or defeat fatal         'ODE TO SIRAJ-UD-DAULAH'

Life is not a bed of roses. Defeats or failures in life are common and compulsory. We have to concur with the failures when something or someone conquers us. We should accept them as per the idea expressed in the poem, 'DEFEAT' that 'without it life not the pure gold'      

Like the Romantics, Pramanik escapes on the wings of imagination from the world of stress and strain, tears, and fears of reality to the realms of fancy for bliss like the caged bird to crave for freedom for its flight in the sky, and sing in delight in peace,

Swooping down to the earth

  Flying up to the sky

When dissatisfaction grown                                 'FANCY FLIGHT'

Pramanik delineates life and its journey through the stages of birth, childhood, youth, middle age, old age, and death. Life is a series of vicissitudes and changes in its sojourn against man's wishes. 

Human life

a pictorial journey.

An individual self

Stuffed with events

ornamented with experiences, 

a phenomenal manifestation.                                  'JOURNEY' 

Man's birth initiates life to traverse through childhood, youth, manhood or womanhood, old age, ultimately to culminate in death. Birth is holy for the parental loving care. The baby lisps and toddles in childhood and grows to have education for enlightenment. Then childhood proceeds to youth to marry for a family and its progress and harmony. Youth passes on to manhood or womanhood to win goals as per will. Middle age proceeds to old age. As per the poet, old age 'resembles yellow leaf' and it is like 'a dying plant' in the poem, 'OLD AGE'. Old age advances to inevitable death, the end of life in the poem, 'APPREHENSION', "We fear the cruel truth in life'. The poet realistically presents life that exists between birth 'a good start' and death, endless nothingness.     

As a social critic, Pramanik focuses on social evils and the incidents of violence as he has concern for the society, he lives in. He opines that the man today has forgotten the principles that are righteous by virtue of his insight. He has learnt gimmicks and tactics instead of principles and scruples. In the age of science and technology, man is indifferent to those principles despite his having insight. He turns the heaven-like-earth a hell-like-earth for his vested wants and selfish goals. As a result, humanity has become topsy-turvy against the ideals of man in principle, 

Self his frequent haunts

Believes in false stunts.

                        Ideals in litterbin

                        Humanity with lost sheen                       'KEY PRINCIPLES'

Society today is full of evils like corruption, deception, and exploitation. It witnesses the incidents of violence like rapes, killings, frauds, thefts and so on and cuts a sorry figure. The acts of man are very painful and sinful. In the human garden today, there are villain-like-weeds especially rapists in overgrowth in the present society,

Women violators,

the social weeds,

                        may grow rampant.                               'BLACK DAY'

           Teenaged girl smeared with blood

Torn dresses soaked in blood

                        Lying dead with unspoken pain

Lost virginity wailing in vain,          'Hush Nothing Happened'

                    

                       Violation of virginity a game            'WHO DEFLOWER WOMEN'

In society, the rich are to exploit the poor and rob them of their sweat as a clear sign of exploitation. Pramanik expresses his feelings on this in his Preface, "From the times of ancient civilization to that of space expedition, the exploited, the discriminated, the back-warded and h marginal still endeavour to relish the taste and flavour of happiness in life out of their day-night slavery and diligence..."

Pramanik wishes the welfare of the poor, the working class, and the labourers. They should be free from that slavery,

Slavery the imposed fortune,

curse be their poverty,                                              'THE POOR'

As a poet of humanity, Pramanik shares their suffering and tears when he finds them cry and suffer forever,

the sufferers for ever

The pale of humanity.                                                   'THE POOR'

Pramanik voices the sense of optimism that the poor and the working class will be free from their suffering,

Their grievance a depression 

                         Can't dim your glory long.

                        You stay unhurt though ages                                       'HERITAGE'

        

      As a poet and man, Pramanik is against gender discrimination. Both man and woman are equal in all respects. He feels sorry for feticide, the killing of fetuses, female babies in the womb, having preference for the male...  

Pramanik sympathises with the victim-martyrs in Pulwama terrorist attack. He calls it a coward's act. 

                       

    Pramanik excellently presents the innocence of man to turn the earth a paradise or a heaven. He should possess the qualities of head and heart for that,

Child's innocence, flower's purity

Ant's insight, birth birds' unity

                        Ours are these simples

                        Should be life's principles.                    'KEY PRINCIPLES'

 

As a poet and man, Pramanik shares the tears of the suffering of humanity due to various incidents of violence,

In this riot-ridden world it often seems

Most of us to the toll of mass-killings,

Fossilized at the bloodshed of victims.      'PAINFUL TOMORROW'

  Man is indifferent to others' suffering.  The world today is full of violence as its people are over selfish and greedy, 'Myself the focus, for others no feelings.' The poet detests the perilous situation of humanity today.     

Man-to-man relation must be fair. Man must be man and appear man. There must not be fancy-dress show to deceive others. Man must not be a goat-skilled-wolf or cow faced man to make others believe that they are innocent. Pramanik hates hypocrisy and double standards.  In the poem "Camouflage", he hates dual or pretentious nature,

A fierce wolf

resembling a timid sheep,

                       A crow incognito

dancing as a peacock

                        A cunning fox

reigning as forest-king

                         ... ... ...

A die-hard diplomat

Behaving a noble fellow,

an innocent face

                        Hovering cruel smile

Pramanik likes the society ideal with cordial human relations and amiable humane concerns for harmony of the human race. When humanity has worthy relations and due concerns for tie-strong relations, we enjoy life-long love. He presents man-to-woman relationship, giving respect to woman for her role as mother,

Woman no doubt the household treasure,

Her world of love none could measure,

She's the image runner of motherhood              'WOMAN'

  Pramanik has love and honour for woman for she brings forth a baby to be motherly and brings up fondly as mother with care and concern for the baby in the haven of her lap with her wishes for the offspring to come up in life,

A mother is mother

Her name no other,

And the mother's lap

Sun can't warm up,

The pleasant place on earth

First right after one's birth.                            'UNIVERSAL'

As a poet and man, Pramanik lovingly recalls his mother's love with deep feelings in his heart. It clearly reflects his autobiographical element,

                Both our lives attached by cord

We enjoyed cries, smiles and games,

Encompasses her sweet suveillance

From all my failures to fames.                     'MEMORY HER NAME'

Good relations in the past continue to persist and cling in the form of sweet memories in the present.  Memory is the blessing of man to recall the past.

To maintain double standards is against man's nature and its welfare. It is a cunning art, the most unwelcome gesture. 

A masked appearance

                        a worm in flower,

                        always a red alert,

                        Camouflage whatsoever

                        evil art.

                        ... ... ...

                       This dual identity 

in teeth and claws

a threat to humanity.                                     'CAMOUFLAGE'

Pramanik referring to religion, he says that it does not teach any discriminations and disparities between man and man. Religion is humanity and humanity is religion. It is the truth and sense of humanity. He appeals the sidetracked society to learn the fact,

Religion so-called before you

Wrapped with sparkling fringes,

Explore the inner view                                      'Delving Deeper'

Pramanik believes in love as the chief element to establish human relationships and enjoy humanity at large. He believes in the powers of love as Robert Frost believes, 'Earth is the right place for love'  

Pramanik is the lover of humanity. He feels that love, the deepest emotion in life, paves a way for humanity and the bridge for family relations, conjugal relations and finally human relations that are essential for the harmony of humanity. The love for the human race is the only antidote for life,

Love, the panacea for life, in the turmoil

Helps us survive in the devoid of faith,             'Love-The Panacea of Life'

Pramanik finds the conjugal love, 'Conjugal love at stake' in the modern age against the principles of love in the poem, 'TRENDS', 

Love solves all problems when we think that we are one, all in one. We belong to humanity. The belligerent nature of enemy countries vanishes when their hearts are full of love. Negotiations or interferences are required for 'global tolerance', amicable solution for the restoration of peace,

When countries in enemity

No role of Narada,

Rather one's interference

Might teach global tolerance.                      'Love-The Panacea of Life'

 . For the poet, love is like the breeze that pleases all with its cool touch. The cool touch is like human touch in love, 

... ... peoples live unloved

O Love, help me make them loved                            'LOVE ETERNAL'

Pramanik has love for his nation, motherland. He feels pride for his nation. He craves integrity and unity in diversity. He is an Indian. His all are Indian. His patriotic fervour is evident in his poetry,

I am none,

    No other than

A proud Indian                                                 AN INDIAN SPEAKING'

As a poet and man, craves for the amelioration of the human race. He says that it flourishes by means of all virtues and values,

One can exhist

only in sacrifices

noble deeds                                                           'LAST DAY'

As a poet of humanity, he appeals to the human beings to be humane and enrich the most revered essential quality of humanity,

Humans! Be humane

                       With moral acumen,

                        Damn so the insane                                          'AN INDIAN SPEAKING'

Pramanik's poetry presents a message to humans as a well-wisher of human race. For him, religion is humanity and humanity is religion to aim at the harmony of humanity, 

Believe in religion with is humanity,

                        Bind all earthlings by love and integrity,

                        Make so endeared our world family

                        Building here heaven with peace and glee.              'WORLD FAMILY'

                   

From the literary circles, Hemanta Pramanik deserves encomiums for his thematic brilliance depicted in excellent modes of expression. He employs natural imagery for pictorial richness. He may be a silent spectator, but he is a keen observer of social evils and incidents of violence in the domain of the present society and mirrors all those with poetic dexterity. He rises to be a satirist with his poetic aim to reform society. The collection reflects the fact that he is a poet of humanity and nature. He deserves all acclaim as a poet of par excellence.

                 Songs of Immortality (As Foreword), Authors press: New Delhi, 2020 

Works Cited

Pramanik, Hemantha. Songs of Immortality, Authors Press: New Delhi, 2020

Published: Englit Vol: 3 2024