Ghazal: Now that she's left and gone to be herself again (poem) by T. Wignesan on AuthorsDen

Ghazal: Now that she's left and gone to be herself again
by T. Wignesan → (All Poetry by T. Wignesan)
Tuesday, May 29, 2018 Rated "G" by the Author.

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An Indian literary form which lends itself to wailing at personal loss...

Ghazal : Now that she’s left and gone to be herself again Now that she’s left and gone away, my clothes hang dry On the line for all to see – what a crying shame ! The lone cuckoo calls out in a haunting tone Who hears him down here but on wing – what a shame ! Pigeons and crows balance on the clothes-line And their droppings stain the sheets – Oh open shame ! She’s gone with shrieks from the magpies that dark day And left me with her first born – Block my shame ! Baby cries for all to hear recall her voice Where will it hide its face - Oh growing shame ! The musang miaows its woes in the jackfruit tree Now that the wild she-cat roams in wayward shame Baby gapes out the window and wonders why If earth and sky witness bear – painful shame ! Would that the mother hear the cuckoo call And lift her head to listen to quell my shame The jackfruit’s ripe and sags at the tree trunk A moaning woman at child birth - no shame The puffed monsoon pulls its South-West skirts up And floods the rice fields with tears, bitter shame ! Hamadryad’s hypnotic eyes turn ire red Fate keeps the mongoose from common death– O -Shame! Still the baby’s cries in my ears call to you What will I tell her later – wipe out shame ? My own shame mixed with no name to call my own No Elephant God of Wisdomcan blot out shame ! the form requires that the poet's name (here namesake) be incorporated in the last couplet. © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013

Reviewed by T. Wignesan

Reviewed on May 29, 2018

Bonsoir, Sandie! Thanks for your comment, but your remarks are directed at me or the composer of the poem. This is an art form and it is illustrated by certain rhetorical features which may or may not have their origins in the poet's experiences or observations. As such, I find your remark quite extraneous to the appreciation of the poem which should be literary in nature. Well, maybe we operate in different spheres of activity. Thanks anyway. Don't worry, I'm not offended, just surprised. Every good wish.

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Why so much shame? Shame is self-making and self-absorbed. No one else can put shame on you if you won't allow them.

Sandie

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Shame is such an ugly concept. No one should have to go through shame in their lifetime. There was one couplet in particular that I found quite strange:

"The puffed monsoon pulls its South-West skirts up
And floods the rice fields with tears, bitter shame !"

The monsoon is always looked at with great relief and I can't find anything bitter about it, except maybe flooding which may affect some people.

Ron

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

powerful, poignant read

you inspire

NEVER STOP WRITING

m