The Jagannath Puri temple complex with the sea beach is the purview of deliberation. The poet leaves so many questions unanswered just for the readers to feel in. But whatever be that, we are here on the sands of Puri marking the funerals; the pyres burning, so did see Jayanta Mahapatra.
They may take time to understand him as he is not a simple poet to be understood so easily. One needs to reckon with. The Dawn at puri of pity purges and galvanizes us. Whatever be the point of deliberation, the poet refers to the cawing of crows, the pyres burning on the holy sands and the holy skull lying thereon.
Here doubt thrashes faith for being hypocritical and egoistic. A skull in the holy sands tilts its empty country towards hunger.
The words he has used in are very meaningful and his poems are really a break from tradition and convention. Together with it, come the pictures of The Fakir of Jungheera by Derozio who marked on the banks of the Ganges at Bhagalpore and the dislodging of the obsolete and heinous Sati system taking to the days of William Bentick, Raja Ram Mohun Roy and Ishwar Chandra Vidyasagar when they took to it as offence or sin against humanity and God.
There is nothing in this world certain and taken for granted. What for to pray to as there is nothing left in their lives?
A professor of physics, here he pictures a dawn break so nicely, engaging in thoughts and ideas so serious and profound. The fail early light catches ruined, leprous shells leaning against one another, a mass of crouched faces without names, and suddenly breaks out of my hide into the smoky blaze of a sullen solitary pyre that fills my aging mother: The skull on the holy sands is a different view of life felt after the asthi-kalasha and the pinda-dana.
Those who do not know Mahapatra may not understand him at first go. Who can but say it that burning on the holy sands of Puri complex will have the privilege of crossing by the Gateway of Heaven?
And in the midst of all this, the smoky blaze of a sullen solitary pyre lights up the landscape reminding him of the wish of his ageing mother.
Again, the light dazzling light, radiating and glistening is so frail and flimsy that it takes to, falls upon the lepers lying defaced and assembled together clamouring for deliverance.
One who has not visited Puri will like to visit after reading the poem. The aging mother of the poet too feels it so. We have forgotten all that. We are just walking shadows. He is an image-maker, a myth-weaver, a dreamer, a visionary; a realist, a surrealist, a feminist; a modern, a modernist and a post-modern, psychological, sociological, historical.
The poem is scenic and landscapic too. Religion is not in rituals; pontifical shows. One day he was alive, one day he is burning on the funeral pyre, is the thing. The sixth one is all bout the same wish of his old mother twisting certainly like light on the shifting sands.
A void all around and a kingdom hit by want, hunger and depravity. A small poem it transmutes and transforms many a thing. Everything is but in a flux, ever-changing, ever-shifting. What should we done for them?
Poetry turns useless here. And suddenly breaks in the solitary sullen pyre out of his hide burning somewhere or far, telling of the last rituals being done, the body being cremated around the halo lit around with the flames feeding upon on the holy sands of the Dawn at puri temple.
The starting lines of the small poem outwit us with the use of imagery and reflection, thought and idea, picture and penetration: Human thirst, human hunger, how to quench it, how to calm down, overcome it? With it, the poet gets remembered of the wish of his ageing mother.
Crows, innumerable in number, keep cawing, crowing and flying around with the skull lying on the sands tell of different stories.Dear reader, online ads enable us to deliver the journalism you value.
Please support us by taking a moment to turn off Adblock on killarney10mile.com Jayanta Mahapatra`s poem “Dawn at Puri” narrates by describing the Oriyan landscape, especially the holy city of Puri. Mahapatra is deeply rooted in Indian culture and ethos with which he is emotionally attached as a poet.
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Whiteclad widowed Women past the 5/5(4). Dawn At Puri By Jayanta Mahapatra is not a simple poem to be taken simply as it carries the images terse and tedious through a language dazzling with imagery and imagism, an Odiya Christian taking to the Jagannath Puri temple complex and the sea beach looking upon or adjacent to it, a poem faith and doubt as well, not Victorian, but Indian, faith as .Download