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					<description><![CDATA[<p>When I recently read the book &#8211;&#160;“Hindu Studies: Foundation and Frameworks”, written by Professor Nandani Sahu, I thought, ‘What was the need to write this book in our country, where the majority of Hindu people are very well-acquainted with traditions, philosophies, histories, and cultural expressions associated with Hinduism, one of the world’s oldest living religions?’ [&#8230;]</p>
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<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-fe9567f9722e73a0d8af5b1753d2e509">When I recently read the book &#8211;&nbsp;<em>“Hindu Studies: Foundation and Frameworks”</em>, written by Professor Nandani Sahu, I thought, ‘What was the need to write this book in our country, where the majority of Hindu people are very well-acquainted with traditions, philosophies, histories, and cultural expressions associated with Hinduism, one of the world’s oldest living religions?’ But after having gone through it, I found that this book is very much essential in the academic field because it encompasses a wide range of disciplines, including religious studies, philosophy, history, anthropology, linguistics, and art, aiming to understand Hinduism’s texts, practices, and societal impact.</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-ce5500c7c4d9cd64a3412d87f0c7412c">It is also true that our new generation is distancing itself from their religion, culture, scriptures, and even heritage of excellent arts. They feel ashamed to call themselves&nbsp;<em>‘Hindu.’</em>&nbsp;The main reason behind it is that neither are we very well conversant or have scientific attitude, nor have we made any arrangements to educate our progeny about our religion.</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-e73fb1b2316d8370e42750190108c352">It is a ridiculous thing that the word ‘Hindu’ also is not our own word. It is found neither in Sanskrit nor in Hindi or any other Indian language. It is an Arabic word which means ‘<em>Kafir’, ‘Thief’</em>&nbsp;etc. Previously, ‘<em>Hindu</em>’ was a geographical name derived from Indus for the people living beyond the Indus River to up to the boundaries of the Indian Ocean, but later on, it was colloquially converted to represent the religion of the people of this land. Due to this, Sage Vivekanand considered the&nbsp;<em>‘Hindu’</em>&nbsp;word insignificant because in this geographical area, there are also many other living religions. Presently, the Indus River is flowing through Pakistan, so how can Pakistani be treated as Hindus?&nbsp;&nbsp;But modern Rambhadracharya blind Saint illustrate that word ‘Hindu’ is refered in Bruhspati Agam “&nbsp;हिमालयात् समारभ्य यावत् इन्दु सरोवरम्। तं देवनिर्मितं देशं हिन्दुस्थान प्रचक्षते॥”- (बृहस्पति आगम)&nbsp;i.e. which clearly states that &#8216;Starting from the Himalayas till Indusarovar (Indian Ocean), this God-made country is called &#8216;Hindusthan&#8217;. Due to this situation, nowadays,&nbsp;there is a trend that most modern saints, including Dhirendra Shastri Bageshwar Dham are using the term ‘Sanatan Dharm’ in place of ‘Hindu Dharma’ in his book&nbsp;<em>“What is Sanatan Dharm?”</em>. But it is again not true as Sanatan means non-changeable, but old Hindu dharma, say, Vedic dharma, is quite different from present Hindu dharma.</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-2ba85abe5111cb3596d2a37ebcb472a2">Pt. Jawahar Lal Nehru had also pointed out in his book&nbsp;<em>‘Discovery of India,’</em>&nbsp;that using the word ‘Hindi’ was more appropriate for representing people living in this region, instead of the word ‘Hindu,’ in tune of ‘Gujarati,’ ‘Bihari,’ ‘Bengali’ for representing people as well as language of Gujrat, Bihar and Bengal, etc. But nowadays word ‘Hindi’ is used for one of the Indian languages only, whereas a few lines of the poem of Iqbal, ‘<em>Hindi Hain Hum, Hindustan Hamara’</em>&nbsp;are noteworthy. Moreover, for the first time, Magasthenese wrote the book&nbsp;<em>‘Indica’</em>&nbsp;for representing communities of this area, which subsequently became the word ‘India’.&nbsp;&nbsp;And our Constitution adopted this word, saying &#8211; “India that is called Bharat.” Still, there is a controversy that the word ‘India’ is a borrowed word, and ‘Bharat’ is the name of the Arya King Bharat. So, the Dravidians are raising their objections to this name. Thus, Hindu Studies has become a battleground for ideological conflicts in the past few decades. Some scholars are accused of being too sympathetic to ‘Hindutva’ (Hindu nationalist) agendas, while others are criticized for ‘demonizing’ Hinduism to fit secular or leftist narratives. The difference between ‘Hindutva’ and ‘Hinduism’ is explicitly shown in a recent book&nbsp;<em>– ‘The New Icon: Savarkar and the Facts’,</em>&nbsp;written by renowned journalist and former Union Minister Arun Shourie. This politicization can compromise academic neutrality. Professor Nandini Sahu wrote 10 chapters for this book.&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-1f7d7f9e6c25a8b62c997bd177ebe80d">The first chapter is&nbsp;<em>‘Introduction to Hindu Studies,’</em>&nbsp;in which Nandini Sahu mentions about the history of&nbsp;<em>Hindutva</em>&nbsp;based on various articles and books of renowned writers such as Ranjeet Guha, Deepesh Chakravarty, Romila Thapar, Arvind Sharma, J.N. Mohanty, M.N. Srinivas, Wendy Doniger, Louis Dumont, including great Hindu Philosophers Vivekanand and Arvind Ghosh -whose contributions are immense in taking Hinduism to newer heights in the world scenario. As a result, Hinduism’s influence extended beyond India—through yoga, meditation, and cultural exchanges—this chapter addresses a globally significant tradition relevant to both practitioners and non-practitioners. According to Professor Sahu, Hindu Studies has emerged as a formal field largely through colonial scholarship in the 18<sup>th</sup>&nbsp;and 19<sup>th</sup>&nbsp;centuries, with European Indologists like Max Müller translating Vedic texts. It carries the baggage of Orientalism — sometimes romanticizing or misrepresenting Hinduism as a static, mystical’ tradition. Its roots are diffused, reflecting Hinduism’s lack of a single founder or centralized doctrine.</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-b016b05cc1d0018ad0f1959a9ad422c9">In the 2<sup>nd</sup>&nbsp;chapter of the book titled as&nbsp;<em>“The Hindu Texts and Contexts”,</em>&nbsp;Professor Sahu draws from an immense body of texts — Vedas, Upanishads, Bhagavad Gita, Puranas, epic Mahabharata and Ramayana and many more—offering deep philosophical and spiritual insights, with a broad scope covering rituals, mythology, philosophy (e.g., Vedanta), and social structures (e.g., caste). These texts, combined with oral traditions and lived practices, provide a treasure trove for scholars. Even she specifically penned down Dashavatar’s hypothesis based on Charles Darwin&#8217;s evolution theory.&nbsp;</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-b6aaa4ede1d6b75e7e41932a211f8cf6">Prof. Nandini Sahu commented that historically, Hindu Studies in the West has been shaped by colonial scholars who sometimes framed Hinduism through a Eurocentric lens. Critics, like Edward Said &#8211; inspired post-colonial thinkers, argue that this led to misrepresentations —exoticizing Hinduism as “mystical” or reducing it to a monolith, ignoring its diversity.&nbsp;</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-d8d5e915106b84578d4d0fe4ce5a69b9">But in my opinion,&nbsp;&nbsp;it is also true that above Hindu Texts and contexts are often prioritizes elite Sanskrit texts (e.g., Vedas) over vernacular traditions, folk practices, or the lived religion of millions. This skews the understanding towards the Brahmanical perspective, sidelining Dalit, tribal, or regional voices</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-2d21c8740ad0d605c3ee112076f2d3e6">In the 3<sup>rd</sup>&nbsp;chapter<em>,&nbsp;&nbsp;“The Hindu Philosophical Schools”,</em>&nbsp;Prof. Sahu has discussed in detail about two types of schools &#8211; Astik and Nastik.&nbsp;&nbsp;In the Astik school, Nandini Sahu has elaborated on the details of Shankhya, Yoga, Nayaya, Mimansa,&nbsp;Vaisesika, and Vedanta.</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-a37c30f2ecb9e4117e97730835006ba3">Meanwhile, Nandini Sahu threw light on the philosophies of Buddhism, Jainism, and Charvaka in the Nastik school.&nbsp;</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-e8af045c0c6e75b5e2a8a648119b8b44">Nandini Sahu expanded her views on existentialism and non-violence principle of Gandhiji as a global ethics by saying that –</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-145d4af3dd141d5d629de15e6b069135"><em>“ Mahatma Gandhi propagated the Hindu principle of Ahimsa (nonviolence) as a political and ethical discipline, that eventually impacted Civil Rights Movements across this globe, most notably in the work of Martin Luther King Jr., or Nelson Mandela. Gandhi grounded his reading of Ahimsa in Jain and Hindu traditions, but framed it universally. He famously stated, “The law of love will work, just as the law of gravitation will work, whether we accept it or not&#8230; The doctrine of Ahimsa tells us that we may guard the honor of those who are under our charge by delivering ourselves and our dear ones from the oppressor. He who believes in Ahimsa is prepared to die for it”&nbsp;<a>(Nandini Sahu, 92)</a>”.</em></p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-d468d1e7b73ad20b5ff9ec47c3b0d414">In the 4<sup>th</sup>&nbsp;chapter&nbsp;<em>“Rituals, Practices and Traditions of Devotion”,</em>&nbsp;she has&nbsp;&nbsp;vividly described about Sanskar, Puja, Pilgrimage, Bhakti Movement, Role of festivals in Hindu religious life, as well as key figures of Bhakti movement such as Kabir, Mirabai and Tulsidas etc. In 5<sup>th</sup>&nbsp;chapter,&nbsp;<em>“Hindu Social and Ethical Knowledge System”,</em>&nbsp;she mentions four Varnas, four Ashrams, the caste system, the contemporary perspective, reforms, as well as gender roles and social hierarchy as per Manu Smriti.She says,&nbsp;</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-06504959d173aeebde01336e0bd4cbb7"><em>“The Manusmriti delineates women’s roles, focusing on their duties in the family and home. According to the text, “a woman must always be a devoted wife and mother, and her primary duty is to serve her husband” (Manusmriti 5.154). This is a reflection of the patriarchal status quo, where roles for women are primarily indicative of being at home.” (Nandini Sahu, 128)</em></p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-2f53bc9bdfd2a0bfc56da4e485d9ced8">Pandit Jawahar Lal Nehru, in his famous book&nbsp;<em>‘Discovery of India,’</em>&nbsp;stated that the coming of the Aryans into India raised new social and political problems. The conquered race, the Dravidians, had a long background of Civilization behind them, but there is little doubt that the Aryans considered themselves vastly superior, and a wide gulf separated the two races. Then there were also the backward aboriginal tribes, nomads or forest dwellers. Out of this conflict and interaction of races gradually arose the caste system, which, in the course of succeeding centuries, affected Indian life profoundly. Probably caste was neither Aryan nor Dravidian. It was an attempt at social organization of different races, a rationalization of the facts as they existed at the time. It brought degradation in its terrain afterward, and it is still a burden and a curse, but we can hardly judge it from subsequent standards or later developments.</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-48ba11f3515b2702e3e4aa92de2b4790">B. R. Ambedkar had elaborately given the details about theories for the formation of&nbsp;&nbsp;Shudras&nbsp;&nbsp;in his book &#8211; Who were the Shudras?</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-f994734dad1f3646b14c563fe4433e06">It is general proposition that the social organization of the Indo-Aryan was based on the theory of Chaturvarnya, and that Chaturvarnya means division of society into four classes</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-125387a7fee9c6e36469a8d810d7e5ff">(1)&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Brahmins (Priests)</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-daf84b2cc8b9d92be4dbc29f2a1e322c">(2)&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Kshatriyas (Soldiers)</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-ac9835a08a9e6b773a31977c7d692c04">(3)&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vaishyas (Traders)</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-f2a8cb22fff65e60b3865cddfa68fd28">(4)&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shudras (Menials)</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-379d815c7c22000779ec7c38439da8e1">Unfortunately, more than this is involved in Chaturvarnaya&#8217;s theory.&nbsp;&nbsp;Besides dividing society into four orders, the theory goes further. It makes the principle of graded inequality – The basis for determining the terms of associated life as between the four Varnas. Again, the system of graded inequality is not merely notional. It is legal and penal. Under the system of Chaturvarnaya, the Shudra is not only placed at the bottom of the gradation but he is subjected to innumerable hegemonies and disabilities so as to prevent him from rising above the condition fixed for him by law.&nbsp;&nbsp;Indeed, until the fifth Varna of the Untouchables came into being, the Shudras were in the eyes of the Hindus the lowest of the low.&nbsp;&nbsp;This shows the nature of what might be called the problem of the Shudras.</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-0ea3e03d1e50138c643620f6e71f6e5b">The 19<sup>th</sup>&nbsp;Hymn of tenth Mandala of the Rig Veda – which is known by the famous name of Purusha Sukta.&nbsp;<em>“The Brahman was His mouth, the Rajanya was made His arms, the being called Vaishya, he was His thighs, the Shudras sprang from His feet.”&nbsp;&nbsp;</em></p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-65715ca613b1ab5c2611b5ecb240a9ac">The Purusha Sukta is a theory of the origin of the Universe. In other words, it is a cosmogony. No nation that has reached an advanced degree of thought has failed to develop some sort of cosmogony. The constitution of society prescribed by Purusha Sukta in known as Chaturvarnaya. As a divine injunction, it naturally became the ideal of the Indo-Aryan society.</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-dd0f4ba35ee357af10940857332ba347">As per Hindu Shastras, the&nbsp;<em>Antyajas</em>&nbsp;should live and have their abode outside the village.&nbsp;&nbsp;For instance, Manu says:</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-0af0e3c3c43c339d64bd4dd2e3c706a8">1.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The dwellings of the Chandalas and the Shvapakas shall be outside the village, they must be Apapatra and their wealth shall be dogs and donkeys.</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-50beef7130cc5a68c714151d5d1b9856">2.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Their dress shall be the garments of dead; they shall eat their food from broken dishes, black iron shall be their ornaments, and they must always wander from place to place.</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-c4eff7005227edd91213f1fbd8287c10">3.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A man who fulfils a religious duty, shall not seek intercourse with them, their transactions shall be among themselves and their marriages with their equals.</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-4807841ce10a8ad0f75412017e86d20f">4.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Their food shall be given to them by others (other than an Aryan giver) in a broken dish at night, they shall not walk about in villages and in towns.&nbsp;</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-829faeedb448f0693874448cea033789">5.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;By day, they may go about for the purpose of their work distinguished by mark at king’s command, and they shall carry out the corpses (of person) who have no relatives; that is a settled rule.</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-e87c0e10084002113a566903267a4dd8">6.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;By the King’s order, they shall always execute the criminals in accordance with the law, and they shall take for themselves the clothes, the beds and the ornaments of such ‘criminals’</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-492697d58485daefcbfbf22432060cfc">It reflected that the untouchables originally lived inside the village and that then when the stigma of untouchability fell on them, they were forced to vacate and live outside the village. The untouchability exists all over India. The transplantation of untouchables from within the village to outside the village is vast operation.</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-48a793c21a76b925f78c352dc5f11645">In the 6<sup>th</sup>&nbsp;chapter,&nbsp;<em>“Hindu Arts, Architecture and Iconography”,</em>&nbsp;&nbsp;Prof Nandini Sahu gives brief details about Murti, Yantra, Mandal, the Role of Dance and Drama, Concepts of Natya-Shastra of Bharat Muni, as well as architecture styles consisting of Nagar, Dravid, Vasara etc.&nbsp;</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-52b7aae95f968cfcbe03fc7a50de5bc3"><strong><u>Vedic Architecture and Temple</u></strong>:-&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-16e6efcc77a560309534f060f477653f">Architecture in India was an extremely rich form of expression and highly developed science with a deep heritage of spirituality in it. It is evident that one of the primary purposes of much of the significant architecture was to display the prevailing spiritual consciousness of the people.</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-eaa75c5cfaab93f04a8263619b10ea06">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Mandirs were composed of various parts, which included the Garbhagriha or&nbsp;&nbsp;Sanctum, the Sukanasi or nose of the structure, the Antarala or adjoining passage, the&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mandapa or main hall, the Dhwaja Sthambha or flag post and the Balipeeth&nbsp;&nbsp;for the pedestal for the offerings.(12) The temple was the microcosm that effected the macrocosm or the symbol of cosmic being.</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-cee5de6713ee88ba75da9c74fd4c734a">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Atharva Veda contains several hymns on the topic in its Shala-Nirmana-Sutra. Additional Sanskrit literature that contained references to architecture included Agni Purana, the Brihat Samhita and Artha Shastra and the Vastu Shastra texts (a part of Sthapatya Veda, which is an Up-Veda of the Atharvaveda).&nbsp;</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-51ee99a8e1ca915e65d05932755b001a">In the 7<sup>th</sup>&nbsp;chapter&nbsp;<em>“Modernity and Hinduism”</em>, Prof. Sahu has emphasized over contribution of Brahma Samaj, Prathana Samaj, Arya Samaj, Ram Krishna Mission and Theosophical Society in addition to the threats to Hindu identity, Synthesis of religion and Politics by Gandhiji, Globalization of Hindu spiritualism etc. But in the 8<sup>th</sup>&nbsp;chapter, “<em>Hinduism in Global Context</em>”, she has covered the works of ISKCON, Transcendental Meditation, Maharshi Effect, and Art of Living.&nbsp;</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-845c8f561ab095863fde43007d93b445">In the 9<sup>th</sup>&nbsp;chapter,&nbsp;<em>“Class, Caste and Gender: Critical Perspective and Discourses”</em>,&nbsp;&nbsp;she has given some illustrations about the law of Manu, Bhagavad Gita and Upanishad and some examples of feminist critique, subaltern voices, and recovery of women’s history, etc. Some chapters of Manu Smriti advocate –&nbsp;</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-4cb1dd605ad992944d1ccf8156f0bba7">V.30 The eater, who daily even devours those destined to be his food, commits no sin; for the Creator himself created both the eaters and those who are to be eaten (for those special purposes).</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-5ee40a8ba1f11c71431f4c5e88535621">V.56 There is no sin in eating meat, in (drinking) spirituous liquor, and in carnal intercourse, for that is the natural way of created beings, but abstention brings great rewards.</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-f96bb2f024f94f21819837b4f39cb473">V.27. One may eat meat when it has been sprinkled with water, while Mantras were recited, when Brahmanas desire (one’s doing it), when one is engaged (in the performance of a rite) according to the law, and when one’s life is in danger.</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-a1551d726a87f6e42f5cefabbf6695d8">V.35. But a man, who, being duly engaged (to officiate or to dine at a sacred rite), refuses to eat meat, becomes after death an animal during twenty-one existences.</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-e71795211d30a858eb88d05439263626">But later on, Brahmins became vegetarian. As per Dr. Bhim Rao Ambedkar it was the strategy that Brahmin give up beef eating and start worshiping the cow.&nbsp;&nbsp;It was adopted by Brahmanism to establish its supremacy over Buddhism.</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-ee1ef16d4574d4acc646d6af11160d7a">Buddhism was at one time the religion of the majority of people of India. It continued to be the religion of masses for hundreds of years. It attacked Brahmanism on all sides as no religion had done before. Brahmins had lost all power and prestige at the Royal court and among the people. After the death of Buddha his followers started setting up the images of Buddha and building Stupas. The Brahmins followed it. They in their turn, built temples and installed in them images of Shiva, Vishnu and Ram and Krishna etc. – all with the object of drawing away the crowd that was attracted by the image worship of Buddha. That is how temples and images which had no place in Brahmanism came into Hinduism. I agree with this conclusion of Dr. Ambedkar. Moreover, it may be corroborated with the probable reason of idol-worshipping as given in Satyarth Prakash of Swami Dayanand.</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-aac554158c664fef3b97ec806751833c">In last chapter 10<sup>th</sup><em>, “Navigating New frontiers : Critical reflection and Emerging Paradigm”</em>, an interdisciplinary approach has been integrated by the writer with a focus on diverse perspectives, from analyzing Sanskrit literature to studying modern Hindu diaspora communities, making it dynamic and multifaceted.</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-da3535d3bdbb2ed95c1c45b54e503088">At last, it can be said without any exaggeration that the 10 chapters of Nandini Sahu’s&nbsp;<em>“Hindu Studies: Foundations and Frameworks”</em>&nbsp;are important literary works based on a multidisciplinary approach to understanding Hinduism. She has analyzed various aspects of ‘Hindu Studies’. Readers can go through them critically to quench their thirst as well as participate in contemporary debates and diverse perspectives.&nbsp;</p>



<p>REFERENCES</p>



<p>1. Suresh Soni, India&#8217;s Glorious Scientific Tradition, Ocean Books Pvt. Ltd., New Delhi, 2010, p. 199.</p>



<p>2. Kamlesh Kapur, Portraits of a Nations: History of India, Sterling Publishers, Private Limited, 2010, p. 401.</p>



<p>3.&nbsp;&nbsp;Pride of India: A Glimpse into India&#8217;s Scientific Heritage, Samskriti Bharati, New Delhi, 2006, p. 130.</p>



<p>4. <a>Bageshwar Dham- Dheerendra Shastri, Sanatan Dharm , Empty Canvas Publishing, New Delhi, 2024, p. 20</a></p>



<p>5. Arun Shourie, The New Icon: Savarkar and Facts, India Viking, New Delhi, 2025&nbsp;</p>



<p>6. Sri Aurobindo, Foundations of Indian Culture, Arvind Ahsram, India, 1988&nbsp;</p>



<p>7. Nandini Sahu, Sita (A Poem), The Poetry Society of India, Gurugram, 2015&nbsp;</p>



<p>8. Arun Shourie, Worshhiping False Gods, Harper India, 2012&nbsp;</p>



<p>9.&nbsp;&nbsp;Myths, Legends concepts and literary antiquities of India &#8211; Manoj Das, Sahitya Akademi, New Delhi, 2024&nbsp;</p>



<p>10. Discovery of India, Jawahar Lal Nehru, Penguin India, 2024&nbsp;</p>



<p>11. The Secret teaching of Vedas, Stephen Knapp, Jaico Publishing House, 1993&nbsp;</p>



<p>12. Dr B.R.Ambedkar, Who were Shudra?, Prabhat Prakashan, New Delhi, 2022</p>



<p>13.. Dr. B. R. Ambedkar, The Untouchables: Who were they and why they became untouchables?, Namaskar Books, New Delhi, 2023</p>



<p>14. Dr. B. R. Ambedkar, Castes in India: Their Mechanism, Genesis and Development, Arjun Publishing House, New Delhi, 2020&nbsp;</p>



<p>15.&nbsp;&nbsp;Dr. B. R. Ambedkar, Annihilation of Caste, Prabhat Prakashan, New Delhi, 2022&nbsp;</p>



<p><strong>About the Author:</strong><br><em>Dinesh Kumar Mali&nbsp;</em>is from <em>Talcher, Odisha</em>. </p>



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<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-4af47de04dc1420c875bb320d0212804">Sanjukta Dasgupta’s poetry book&nbsp;<em>Eklavya Speaks</em>&nbsp;describes the comprehensive story of the subaltern character Eklavya, outlined in the theoretical contexts of colonial and post-colonial discourses, highlighting themes of exclusion, resistance, agency and exploitation in the hierarchical social system of ancient India. This research re-explains Eklavya as a symbol of subaltern revolution, engaging with protest literature and challenging oppressive systems embedded in class and caste, while sustaining the existence and empowerment of disadvantaged individuals. Considering Eklavya as a subaltern voice, one must decode his account in the construction of colonial and post-colonial studies, highlighting the narratives of marginalized entities. Sanjukta Dasgupta examines Eklavya&#8217;s assertion on his silencing, the ensuing resistance, the subsequent exploitation, and Eklavya&#8217;s representation as a figure of contest with power structure in modern literary discourses. Eklavya, a character from the&nbsp;<em>Mahabharata,</em>&nbsp;is significantly scrutinized from various analytical stand points owing to the complex ethical and social problems innate in this narrative. Caste-based prejudice is one of the main topics in Eklavya&#8217;s story. Because of his caste status, Eklavya is immobilized to gain access to formal education and training, leading him to learn archery from a distance, primarily, self-learnig. Dronacharya, the royal guru, rejected him due to his caste , accentuating the social&nbsp;&nbsp;hierarchies faced by disadvantaged individuals in ancient India. Ethical analysis of Eklavya&#8217;s choice of thumb (his teacher&#8217;s fee) as&nbsp;<em>Guru Dakshina</em>&nbsp;to Dronacharya has always been a subject of creative literature. Eklavya&#8217;s blind devotion to his guru is admirable, but writers and critics contend that his path of sacrifice was forced and unfair. Dronacharya&#8217;s demand for Eklavya&#8217;s thumb as a condition for his teaching, knowing well that Eklavya&#8217;s skill posed a threat to his favourite pupil Arjun, raises questions about the ethical responsibilities of teachers and the power dynamics in the teacher-student relationship. Eklavya&#8217;s story also raises questions about the meritocratic ideas of the teacher and taught. As Eklavya is not of the warrior class, he is not able to achieve recognition and validation despite his unresolved aptitude and perseverance. It juxtaposes the ideas of meritocracy, that anyone with the right skills and dedication can succeed in life, with a rigid caste system based on the status one is born into. That is the moot point in the poetry collection&nbsp;<em>Ekalavya Speaks</em>&nbsp;by contemporary Indian poet Sanjukta Dasgupta.</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-4846b22592c77d60d4740320d6294caf">As a fellow poet of Sanjukta and certainly as a critic, I would prefer to read the collection&nbsp;<em>Ekalavya Speaks</em>&nbsp;and decipher Eklavya&#8217;s story by the routes of colonial and post-colonial theories. Eklavya is a symbol of those subaltern and underprivileged voiceless people&nbsp;&nbsp;on whom&nbsp;&nbsp;elitism has imposed a broad social structure that has completely subjugated them. Eklavya&#8217;s story serves as a critique on the domination of indigenous people and colonialism&#8217;s continuing impacts on local traditions. This poetry collection is a&nbsp;&nbsp;timely commentary considering the present state of marginalized people in post-colonial societies. The tragic grandeur of his&nbsp;&nbsp;character is now revered as a heroic figure who combines loyalty, selflessness and an unyielding spirit through adversity. For his guru’s dignity, sacrificing his own success and security, upholding principles of utmost dignity in the face of injustice, Eklavya indeed ‘speaks’. These multilayered&nbsp;&nbsp;representations can be read as opening up an under-explored and perhaps unexplored ground for the perception and compensation of Eklavya’s identity, and his focus in the larger ambit of&nbsp;<em>Mahabharata</em>&nbsp;narrative, at the same time bringing forth timeless questions of caste, ethics, volition, world order and justice in hierarchy. Keeping that in mind, through these opening statements, Sanjukta maps the book&#8217;s overarching theme to trace:</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-2df48e611cfbb2bc6e9c0820f4fab1e1">“In my 9th book of poems titled Ekalavya Speaks I have tried to address these issues of intersectionality with special focus on caste and gender discrimination. The poem ‘Ekalavya Speaks’ perhaps defines the purpose, perspectives, resilience and relevance of Ekalavya in our times. Many of the poems in this volume address the deep-rooted prevalence of systemic marginalization of citizens of our country, based on caste, class, gender and religion, among others. Othering is the unifying theme in this volume of 100 poems, though some of the poems do not typically focus on issues of discrimination and ostracism.” (Dasgupta 12)…&nbsp;The well-known Mahabharata tale of Ekalavya, a black, low-caste boy whose prowess at archery rivalled that of the Pandavas, the noble heroes, may also have inspired the myth of the weavers&#8217; thumbs. To preserve the Pandavas&#8217; dominance as archers, Ekalavya&#8217;s teacher insisted that he amputate his right thumb. ‘An interesting parallel between Ekalavya and Karna, an illegitimate child abandoned by his Kshatriya mother and brought up by a charioteer. Like Ekalavya, Karna finds that his lower caste disqualifies him from an archery contest with Arjuna, again under Drona’s aegis;&#8230;”(Dasgupta 9)…‘Can the Subaltern Speak?’ Spivak’s rhetorical question initiated a paradigmatic shift leading to the emergence of the visible and vocal subaltern on the centre stage, spectacularly pole vaulting from the remote peripheries. The subaltern did not just speak after centuries of silence, the subaltern made her/himself heard. This game changing transformation revolutionised all the deeply entrenched discourse of pride and prejudice, hate and discrimination towards the ‘other’ who were at the receiving end of an often violent and cruel systemic marginalization. In this collection, the received ‘otherization’ of the subaltern who could never be one of ‘us’ has now been interrogated, deconstructed and redefined.” (Dasgupta 10) With this discourse in her cognizance and this fire in her soul, she pens down Ekalavya’s heartrending poem thus:</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-999272f52b9d0f0336e2370ccd4dbb0e">EKALAVYA SPEAKS</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-6b14dba8961668b4cf29fd4847c5b5e7">“Respected, Honorable Sir</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-056db2148307a233d54668a5b174d17e">I have travelled a long way</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-0b671efb3687472d61e3d16895b8a27d">I have practiced night and day</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-932ad32b876c0dc8926be65ac9034841">As the wise say</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-6d3fd57b6883a3a44c812e5f989d5408">“Practice makes perfect”</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-44d6c9ccf3239b113e7dcc75d51c01ad">You saw the arrow leave my bow</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-e3b5feb6fb33e1bd57414cf081af17df">Faster than any flash of light</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-6a7319107cc15f53f4c6021ab9b4dab7">Faster, Swifter, Speedier</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-2a9c3ec2408f983a93e6449de601e1f0">Sir, I wished to make you happy</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-c480410bd5c5886d7bd4222f002ed86d">I wished to tell you</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-52aaf995781990a5aa5a2babb0b0c479">I worshipped you</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-479fe6a366e5a54ab3d160050b970ea8">As others worship God.</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-1a1290e6869f27fd5fbb40133a1e9634">Sir, you were the God</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-adc8eaf59b4e5a8c3a4afda7e2d335f7">Whom I worshipped from afar</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-53054d9fab7e3413bf4fdfca2bb5d775">You were the God whose image</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-d7b6f14d57fd6353f22df3b5f1d949cd">I sat on the mound as my guide</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-30bcd8f5d94d18b6725907a4d72babc4">Sir, though we had not met</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-5ba76f09a86408d98d0db77585cce291">I knew in my heart</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-ca5134955bc6d937a3b89c062717887c">Only you, and no one else</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-718a4f66e38d286d01e5c5a5db23c75c">Could be my friend,</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-8e2355914eafa885f867bc20d3b47416">Philosopher and guide</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-f4c9c96d9e619339ed694a0265720d0f">Sir, I saw you from afar</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-f784f2fd6b35f1a137b373cedd7e46a0">Shining like a sword in the sun</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-a48e1961b7c9d37d0cbea03f54326020">Surrounded by the five Princes</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-30e6542f92a4d00ddae6d2c53ce37194">The Pandavas, the invincible offspring</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-33d3c4da587a2f04608bf58535173e48">Of privilege and birthright</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-6e06dccc6a323a7e5a02492da12d641e">I stood behind a tree</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-ecd3e4e420076f7e69ed7c0c73364d29">Watching you with eager eyes</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-0e60c2eb3d946ec618bb36f37462dfc6">You had eyes for Prince Arjuna</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-d73af32dbdd0806a52ddb17391cde98e">As did the charismatic Lord Krishna</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-31a463a3b72b78538cf22212eef6c23b">Privilege is such an accident of birth</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-b913c11093c81d56b31c8fca1dff31c0">I was born shorn of privilege</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-13685d9061167f5e950859f57caca193">I was born to bend and cringe</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-709c70c5e0f4b2ef693cd6d3e2c44943">I was born to suffer and cry</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-0a3bc6afe21364f5300004a0b6999a85">My being born a tribal prince</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-73d55e998e973198160f3bf27e8aa0b0">A matter of mirth and ridicule</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-f16aafbbe05c873bbbd29bda41e22131">I was born a slave they said</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-32e5ec04b7eaab60d3ca1563bcff7bda">Slavery was my birthright</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-9c5b9c5ccaf63d39bc39351ce1b753f5">I was also born with a backbone</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-99b68cc900df7908c79020738c089896">I was also born with a fearless mind</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-5c95732f0a6881db103c5187e845dd3f">My head held high troubled you all</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-febd45e0b92a6541a961bd69b10da0db">But my backbone, mind and head</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-feb3a5e5571bc033dd6e34b97a40e33f">Were incorrigible</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-211fb1ef04b7b7f4b73ddec468acd79c">They behaved Otherwise</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-621b83f5fb8378e0ac4ca3230e19c61f">…</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-d6d823f19e0754fed870791171d036e7">‘Sir, What can I give you as gurudakshine</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-28da2172ac58d215c1dca24360c3b26b">My revered teacher, my brilliant guide</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-ff24e38d4d2691e294d5007e018c3fcd">What can I give you that a guru like you</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-e3f6faa32453b34ed61c7499931f6011">Would consider worthy, dear Sir’</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-99347688c555cd01c34a6f043869e3b2">Your steady voice did not tremble at all</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-9fe935fef62dc26d128fa09041796471">As you my remote guru, my inspiration</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-16effbd38adeb8ca1dab9ad8fe726bff">My icon, my God simply said,</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-d26183fed29ca31471356a7d32030f15">“Give me your thumb Ekalavya”</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-cdbfdb2006aac4589f31a4fbd166daf5">No one protested, everyone watched</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-c4aef72f7c38935aaff834d88c070832">As with one unerring stroke</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-58a7534617ea7a8ca45c5ef1ae9a4b54">I severed my thumb</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-39945a16a3f3739aec0e4210efc6b14b">It quivered in protest,</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-242486182108b16a24f35890f3131c24">Red with fresh flowing subaltern blood</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-9c7464f3633e15a84feb41e158597480">I offered you my Gurudakshina</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-bfbda918eb0d250fefe809ae15fd5941">As you desired, how could I disobey you</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-ac4a6ac068c048f5167f660e5f7771d9">My guru, my mentor and guide</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-140e105062975c54ff6cc3a397ac632f">You deleted me with</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-b8f8e2aee6dd25c3d3c1fed995df551d">Such superb craft of words”</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-7e60f5b0a3cfd7a155d134009eb131c3">(Dasgupta 23-25)</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-37333047f7a1d4088d3528ae30470204">With the same tone and tenure, Sanjukta poses a few questions to Guru Dronacharya, which are the larger questions of humanity:</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-c3e8cdc3f5a9814d87985de9396c2a67">DRONACHARYA : THE TEACHER OF PRINCES</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-ebf734f3ace8f6ff3e4761180f379a78">“Dronacharya</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-1652ef4a47f92e8b7d4d76035a8cffae">The pet pedagogue</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-963837fb2fc7e3af00fb30012525270f">Of the king’s court</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-f06c26d2a248191154e5f67b63585a5d">Neither a friend</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-3311d5f96dc5a75def812c0e496f77fe">Nor a philosopher</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-0efeb390676b450d78798f1b2bdc4baf">Not even a guide</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-90561f04aab26b772cc43176361261cf">Dronacharya</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-5ecf8a9c612cae4084ab50fb4aa84802">The glamorized bonded labour</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-8ea4abd257a6ccccd01c8517992048e8">Leashed to the regal court.”</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-b834f27a259a70218818432c3b49bec7">(Dasgupta 30)</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-a81ef94386d2b82a3b57ac0b9470fa89">In the able hands of Sanjukta, Eklavya&#8217;s response to his marginalization demonstrates agency and resistance. He does not sit idly and accept his fate, bringing his own woes upon himself, but he seizes action, teaching himself archery, and the resilience and self-discipline he exhibits prove to be pivotal in his story. Eklavya’s evolution from a true disciple to an exploited subaltern illustrates the way caste hierarchies conspire to create injustice. As the price paid as an ugly truth, Eklavya was tormented&nbsp;&nbsp;for his devoted training and skill at archery. Instead of guidance that he sought from his teacher Dronacharya, he received betrayal. Dronacharya sought nothing of proper training of his Dalit disciple, fretted only about positioning Arjun as the undisputed champion prince of war. When Eklavya&#8217;s inborn talents threatened Arjun&#8217;s fragile ego, Dronacharya callously demanded that the price of Guru Dakshina be Eklavya’s own thumb, thereby crippling the boy and securing his favourite with violence and oppression.&nbsp;&nbsp;The story of Eklavya is one of resilience against harsh discrimination and shows that one&#8217;s worth does not arise from the arbitrary hierarchies enforced by birth but is derived from one&#8217;s spirit and inner character. The elite may seek to prove its superiority by breaking whomever they can take control of, but oppression never wholly destroys the humanity of the dispossessed. The panopticon and the counter-panopticon are at work in a multilayered way here.&nbsp;&nbsp;Eklavya’s story has not just survived as a tale of subjugation, it has survived as a reminder to every single person at the mercy of a fallacious social architecture and institutional commanders that there is a way to struggle against injustice and get dignity even when so much is done to deny dignity to the deserving. Just like those who fight for social justice and equality, Eklavya cannot be defined or contained, and rather than being moulded by an intolerant system, he rebels against the establishment. Looking at Eklavya&#8217;s story through the prism of subaltern studies can help imply about the socioeconomic stratification and its historical remnants in the process of establishment of some classes.&nbsp;</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-60a0a2e5b0f9c386491abb8c6181fdf7">Sanjukta takes incidents from life, here-and-now, and writes poetry of social mobility. For example, the story of a raped girl is the point of concern for here:</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-3aa0f1c4d5234e62e09552d37a671bb6">“October 2nd is the birth anniversary of the Father (Bapu) of the Indian nation, freedom fighter Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi. India gained Independence from British rule on 15th August, 1947. The incident happened in Ujjain Madhya Pradesh on 27rd September 2023. The accused is an auto-driver. His father in righteous indignation has disowned him. One such poem, voicing for the subaltern, the tribal,is :</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-a035cf6c8dc209bbb61bc32b82de4c2d">“HUL: THE SANTHAL REBELLION, JUNE 30, 1855”</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-978904768919b575dffed4dbd42c2196">That was the first subaltern revolt</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-182fcf31b92ef09cf71ff2dbca597b3f">Bhognadih, the tribal village,</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-3ef615902d71dcf1bc6945fa8e33b8b4">Was restless that night</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-0744b586458f28d72e7a6f266874c010">No one slept, no one spoke</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-d0468938129158b833a5bcfcbe770ebf">“Do and die” said their leaders Sidho and Kanhu</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-c9cfdc75544b4f340b77fd32772313e5">As their brothers and comrades cheered</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-d55787dfc221425d69baa13b2304ed73">Their rippling muscles and resolute eyes</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-f05db3ebd36fd3bd92fac0dff4ec57b8">Shone in the soft moonlit night</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-c506970bbe6bbe4a622a9cfd65653c31">Ten thousand tribals, a voluntary army</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-e836dace422d88e5856f443f6c20942d">Vowed to defend their ripening fields</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-851d4912cf25d09c0987d4d2b42cd1e2">Plundered and sucked dry</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-840524b2a94082cf0d8732521890bb19">By the native mafia</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-ae108c0587e843f5ac5e519e20e88293">And the white looters</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-fc4e88a0020c2a8c28eb3016d9fcbffe">Of the British East India Company”</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-3e83ceeb49e33e8e3ca48ddecb9f3adc">(Dasgupta 47)</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-10104663cab2ae2c21300e0a53aaa516">Sanjukta tries her hand at Dalit literature with compete social commitment:</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-1eaf4cf670a4adf838dfaf0b9d8541f0">THE CONSTITUTION MAKER: B. R. AMBEDKAR</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-f75baf6404f765aad25c054cbaf19ac3">Ambedkar, the meek Dalit boy learnt</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-365c199d24c33341f7475c38c5295417">He could not drink water</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-2a35bbce4376e5dca5d799e5e01b1ba7">From a glass or tap while at school</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-41faade48fdd049050687842b29f3255">Ambedkar, the Dalit boy learnt</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-facf34229cebfa33c2a8090e8431ac48">If he touched them</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-f3b974b1ac5699db6af7e0f3b57f818c">They would be polluted</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-f3323b6f4bffa705ffa34c25bb90eab0">If they touched him</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-c6b669cd3a19c4a83177458c4f8440a3">They would become impure</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-4698423514bd852e61d1b250aec08d0c">Ambedkar learnt the lesson of his life</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-b7a7e988f8ba3669266b5d2997644e25">So different from the books prescribed.”</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-c4e8cf49734459f2176c4ecfb05cdecd">(Dasgupta 49)</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-3838424c1aa4a944bb675f86dc3b764b">Sanjukta critically engages with tribal literature when she writes about “Chuni Kotal, a Dalit Adivasi woman from the tribal community of Lodha Shabars of West Bengal, was the first woman to graduate from a tribal community&#8230; Chuni enrolled as an MA student in the Dept of Anthropology in Vidyasagar University. One particular male professor, continuously abused and disparaged Kotal from the very first day. He abused her and her caste during the lectures and marked her absent even when she was present in the classes and purposely failed her by undermarking her answer scripts. On 16th August 1992, Chuni Kotal committed suicide.” (Dasgupta 54) Gender discourse in tribal literature is a rich area of study that looks into the representation of gender roles, identities and power dynamics in the tribal communities. Tribal literature reflects traditional gender roles in indigenous groups. These roles might include distinct responsibilities for men and women in areas such as hunting, gathering, childcare and decision-making. However, tribal literature also showcases the diversity of gender roles in different tribes and encounters stereotypes by depicting women in roles traditionally associated with men and vice versa, which works as the backdrop of Sanjukta’s poetry in this collection. Her kind of tribal literature challenges patriarchal norms and advocates for gender equality. Sanjukta’s contemporaries emphasize women’s contributions to their communities, question gender-based violence and discrimination and push for women’s and marginalized genders’ empowerment. Her tribal poetry examines the interwoven nature of gender with other identity questions like race, ethnicity, class and sexuality. It analyses the ways in which colonization, globalization and modernization intersect with gender to affect the experiences of indigenous people, especially indigenous women. Tribal poetry of feminism by Sanjukta encapsulates diversity, constructing varied themes such as negotiating gender roles, subversion of patriarchal structures, intersectionality, oral traditions and indigenous knowledge systems, colonial and post-colonial outlooks and resistance and resilience. Tribal writers involve in deep dialogues via their creative expressions about gender, identity and social justice.</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-6ab6de0e45e9c64c9bfb35cfd89a5445">In Sanjukta&#8217;s poems, variety is beauty. The country, nationality and a feeling of belonging to a nation are fundamental elements of her approach. Ishwar Chandra Vidyasagar, an innovative intellectual activist of 19th century Bengal, appeared as an unresolved opponent of embedded social prejudices, especially those based on patriarchy and caste hierarchy. His activism for widows&#8217; rights climaxed in the Hindu Widows&#8217; Remarriage Act of 1856, and this matter emphasized the social prohibition encountered by women and the continuing shame associated with those who had experienced trauma. Vidyasagar founded a ground in wisdom and rationalised Hindu scriptures, confirming an aptitude for combining progressive thought with accessibility and noteworthy texts to counter traditional opposition. He strongly encouraged women&#8217;s education, identifying its ability to change gender hierarchies. The action opposed prevalent critique; yet he instituted various foundations providing women a choice to follow their dreams of education. His disapproval of child marriage exposed the connection between patriarchy and religious beliefs. However, Vidyasagar&#8217;s mission faced strong opposition from orthodox factions determinedly aeverse to any change. Challenging such suppressive norms had not only helped bring about similar reform movements in India, but it also established education and reason as instruments of social change making Vidyasagar a fundamental yet practical reformer. Sanjukta talks about Ishwar Chandra Vidyasagar as well as the communal blocks and how he opposed them:</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-48d083ddb05c9b8dc4d52b0de95d3a54">THE PATH-FINDER</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-a81b78614fb48de65bdbd9e0aa08ae10">A Tribute to Pandit Ishwar Chandra Vidyasagar on his 200th birth</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-599378878a85e1a0d23632787ed067f3">anniversary (Birth September 26, 1820. Died July 29, 1891)…</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-bd7fb4a7110ea17476c3cdf6ff8b7880">Then the Sati Regulation Act 1829</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-4e1792c1831df338eb2b1a66fbc7f3df">Acted as a frustrating damper</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-a32e7fcbcd6828cf7d24414d0b07c4fa">It was no longer possible</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-73c1982e41e475de06b9c16a73e81407">To watch with hands folded</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-c6cacc94513399d11c1507200ed5900c">Young women being barbequed alive</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-af51bb0f80c4acf899b93aa3946fae05">On the funeral pyres</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-bd675b743278a13e64a0ad3b1a2ccb63">Of husbands thrice their age</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-9a06fd3b86fffe2965069695743f85a7">Often victims of diseases</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-cf92b4aeb409ee85c97e360b18e79ec6">Unmentionable in those times.</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-b9d1c7a22766a1e2f369afb0e4244457">(Dasgupta 78)</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-f978959adcb4f928d6b309676ab8d0c8">As a part of her social movement, the disparate faces of the people have been condemned by Sanjukta in the poem “Platforms Transformed”:&nbsp;</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-d21291a04a3089ac05629e381a3c4def">“No pickpockets, no food-stalls, no bookstalls</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-18be7ef830a0bccba8a7d440eb7f2ddc">Few legs, mostly faces and voices on video platforms</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-349f3cea3d666f1a5d39d22afa3c3a52">Platforms created by the Narcissus Corporate</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-ec14419c37b789ee8d134ce5505cd2b3">Streaming of Selfie fantasies more potent than cocaine snorts</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-128942d99bab097c1b4ab2d2f7717405">Platforms on tables and palms dictate, debate, disseminate</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-c38b82a1e877d98caf467c7c129159be">Alas, virtual platforms just transform methods not minds!”</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-19dceecaf675d573e52a70b32910a065">(Dasgupta 113)</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-dabcdeb92951b33788dc403df3bb2f18">Often considered one of the most powerful and transformative poets of the 20th century, Adrienne Rich spent the second half of her life addressing the perils of a society that demands women to be complacent and subservient by breaking the structures of patriarchy in her work and championing feminist consciousness and social justice. Her poetry is laced with an uncompromising critique of systems of power, especially patriarchy, heteronormativity and structural oppression, while saluting the intricacy of women’s lives and relationships. Rich’s early verse, such as&nbsp;<em>A Change of World</em>&nbsp;(1951), displays her methodological genius as a formalist poet, but her later collections like&nbsp;<em>Diving into the Wreck</em>&nbsp;(1973) shine with her radical change into a poet of resistance and action. In&nbsp;<em>Diving into the Wreck</em>, Rich offers her readers language as a means of feminist reimagination, engaging with history to uncover antiquities of expurgation, of silencing piles of stones. Her preoccupation with identity and sexuality and the blurring of the line between the personal and political borders upon revolutionary territory (that certainly benefited from détente), an argument vibrant in The&nbsp;<em>Dream of a Common Language</em>(1978), so that her work is at once a clarion call for commonality and collective effort. Rich’s poetry is not just something beautiful; it is a deep critique of biases with an urgent belief in a brand new world that is not based in power and inequity. Her unflinching probing into the textures of language, the recesses of history and the measure of power reveals her identity not only as a poet but as a cultural and intellectual revolutionary whose craft, roaring against the backdrop of wars fought on gender, race and class, vibrates alongside the liturgy of time. Sanjukta seems to have been deeply inspired by Adrienne Rich. I particularly liked one poem by Sanjukta on Adrienne Rich:&nbsp;</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-d6de28573e306e931f906808c0e794cf">TO ADRIENNE RICH (May 16, 1929- March 27, 2012)</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-c04e9ab8768591faa1aa90de34cf2b7a">You said</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-a94a95fd64501a18e5d0315bbcb8efc5">“I make no claim to be universal,</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-a613baa71e85a19498e0df3ed6aaba26">neuter or androgynous”</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-179eb557aff12f3a31678e39f4742c79">No one but you could have been</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-0582d1d703539463644c135722084560">Such an honest path-finder</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-551f423e9482bdaa660edff2943de428">The road not taken</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-4d65ff3a98fb654b87fdb88366fffd7b">Was your road</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-0fe0fdfc23b95a87e7a3e36ac31fb4c6">To push the boundaries</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-68302bda2fbdac9370628a66b20c45ec">To walk beyond borders</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-9719e09bf86c1fa6f43ad19e577a1ce7">To break free</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-156a95ad6bb37ad2fdf642e9c829348b">To break in</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-cf29d2101e7cbd896ec6d9b3a0cb8e7e">To break even</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-08a878ec0599aa53d1b1b4cc4da6950e">To laugh at barbed wires</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-16d3091b6941f8ca85979b37ed37ebc3">Was your freedom song”.</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-84a4f9238364dd0ac72ac9a5d1bdb22f">(Dasgupta 115)</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-9539bb425f8bc8833b1a9e337861ecee">Feminist literary criticism has made patriarchy a primary subject, and genres and narratives in literature provide material on the ways in which prejudice is constricted via hierarchical structures, which in turn constrain freedom and maintain rigid roles. In&nbsp;<em>A Room of One&#8217;s Own,</em>&nbsp;authors like Virginia Woolf show how women&#8217;s lack of economic independence and education limit their understanding and creativity.&nbsp;<em>The Color Purple</em>, by Alice Walker, is an example of subversion of masculine authority that reveals the triad of patriarchal, racist and class oppressions at work.&nbsp;<em>The Quilt</em>&nbsp;by Ismat Chughtai and&nbsp;<em>Draupadi</em>&nbsp;by Mahasweta Devi are two examples of modern South Asian literature that expose the oppression and exploitation of women in many contexts, including home, community and nation. They praise women for standing together in protest to patriarchal power structures. Literature can speak volumes about underrepresented realities, shedding light on patriarchy and opening dialogs about empowerment and equality. &#8220;Husband Ji&#8221; by Sanjukta exposes the multi-tiered deterioration of patriarchy. Thus, the narrative conveys a powerful message about the repression of marginalized voices:</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-2de80487ba8b126c9a109706e7576e68">“Good wives do not reply,</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-9d240a696a21f097ca96c8ff6880d454">Good wives do not reason why a</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-ec3dc4f8d4ee67112e6a487c17c7a396">Good wives just do and die</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-e5c7e6a6291351219ecb45ced5af799f">Patriarchy triumphs like a gas balloon</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-9412da7ee8c73f5811f17e4ae674328c">As good wives and their good husbands</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-7d7336a3375ec1d0902549ae2ea8dd3b">Surrender to the lunar lie without a doubt.”</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-716d2e648c7e5351b8f36ba7a96cb746">(Dasgupta 178)</p>



<p class="has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-2afdc70bfd9ad60f9fb23726f0741314">The narrative of Eklavya speaks volumes about repressing the minority voices in an ancient India with a stringent social ladder. Even though his level of skill and commitment towards archery is enchanting ,he misses out on awareness of academic and contending. Sanjukta Dasgupta strongly voices this marginalization in this collection like that of the delinquents, philanderers, thieves, or even addictive criminals and rebels, admirers and imitators who never get to be present at the celebrations of the privileged circle of the Royal Court .To speak for the subaltern through poetry that is rooted in mythology and tribal literature and other marginalised narratives is a significant act of literary and socio-political resistance. Sanjukta rewrites canonical myths and roots them in the lives of the marginalized, at one stroke disrupting hegemonic narratives and reclaiming cultural spaces from voices that were historically forced to the periphery. In that reframing, mythology, with its implicit hegemony, becomes subaltern, a dynamic critique of the entrenched dominant discourses, discourses that can offer modes of empowerment by reinterpretations of Ekalavya, or Draupadi by writers such as Sanjukta or Mahasweta Devi where agency and resistance outweigh passivity. Sanjukta provides a living counter-narrative to the written traditions of mainstream/dominant groups that opposes historical epistemic violence of colonial and caste or philosophical historiography. She relies on her poetic expressions to bring together the personal and the political and enters a dialogic relationship with postcolonial and the subaltern theories to expand the parameters of literary scholarship. By interlacing myth and indigenous mythology into the very fibre of verse, subaltern poetics offer legitimacy to disparate forms of epistemology and subvert univocal narratives of history while calling for a radical reconceptualization of social justice. Sanjukta’s&nbsp;&nbsp;reclaiming voice is not simply an aesthetic endeavour but an ethical duty, where poetry becomes both a site of resistance and also a statement for resilience from those who have been on the margins.</p>



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<p><strong>About the Author</strong></p>



<p><strong>Prof.Nandini Sahu</strong>, Vice Chancellor, Hindi University, West Bengal, the Amazon Bestselling Author,&nbsp;is a major voice in contemporary Indian English literature. She has accomplished her doctorate in English literature under the guidance of Late Prof. Niranjan Mohanty, Prof. of English, Visva Bharati, Santiniketan. She has been widely published in India, U.S.A, U.K., Africa, Italy, Australia and Pakistan.&nbsp; Apart from numerous other literary awards, she is a triple gold medalist in English literature; she has received the Gold Medal from the hon&#8217;ble Vice-President of India for her contributions to English Studies in India in the year 2019. She is the recipient of the prestigious Michael Madhusudan Academy Award, 2024 and Lifetime Achievement Award(SAFE),2024. &nbsp;She is the author and editor of twenty-one books,&nbsp;<em>The Other Voice, The</em>,&nbsp;<em>Recollection as Redemption,</em>&nbsp;<em>The Post-Modernist Delegation to English Language Teaching,</em>&nbsp;<em>The Post Colonial Space: Writing the Self and the Nation</em>,&nbsp;<em>Silver Poems on My Lips</em>,<em>&nbsp;Folklore and the Alternative Modernities</em>&nbsp;(Vol.I),&nbsp;<em>Folklore and the Alternative Modernities&nbsp;</em>(Vol. II),&nbsp;<em>Sukamaa and Other Poems</em>,&nbsp;<em>Suvarnarekha, Sita(A Poem),</em>&nbsp;<em>Dynamics of Children’s Literature</em>,&nbsp;<em>Zero Point</em>&nbsp;and&nbsp;<em>Selected Poems of Nandini Sahu(Winter-2020), Selected Poems of Nandini Sahu(Spring-2021)</em>,&nbsp;<em>Re-reading Jayanta Mahapatra, A Song, Half &amp; Half&nbsp;</em>,&nbsp;<em>Shedding the Metaphors, Collected Poems of Nandini Sahu, Collected Poems of Niranjan Mohanty&nbsp;</em>and&nbsp;<em>Hindu Studies: Foundations and Frameworks</em>. She is the Former Director, School of Foreign Languages, Professor of English at Indira Gandhi National Open University [IGNOU], New Delhi, India, is currently the&nbsp;Vice Chancellor, Hindi University, West Bengal,. Her areas of research interest cover Indian Literature, New Literatures, Indigenous Knowledge Systems, Hindu Studies, American Literature, Folk Literature, Children’s Literature and Critical Theory. She is the Chief Editor/Founder Editor of&nbsp;<em>Interdisciplinary Journal of Literature and Language</em>&nbsp;(IJLL), a bi-annual peer-reviewed journal in English. Professor Sahu has designed multiple academic programmes on Folklore and Culture Studies, American Literature, Postcolonial Literatures, British Poetry, Children’s Literature and Indian Philosophical Thoughts for IGNOU and many other universities.&nbsp;</p><p>The post <a href="https://prachyareview.com/2025/03/28/writing-from-the-margins-ekalavya-speaks-a-collection-of-poems-by-sanjukta-dasgupta-by-nandini-sahu/">“Writing from the Margins: Ekalavya Speaks, A Collection of Poems by Sanjukta Dasgupta” by Nandini Sahu</a> first appeared on <a href="https://prachyareview.com">Prachya Review</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded>
					
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>I saw my son, your music teacher Alisherjon. I love you praised. I am so glad that you are taking it easy.“Merciful has a juicy voice. It is necessary to educate him. You need to find a good teacher,” she said. Rukhsor&#8217;s mother was tall, hot-tempered, and black-eyed. He caresses his youngest son, whose black [&#8230;]</p>
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<p>I saw my son, your music teacher Alisherjon. I love you praised. I am so glad that you are taking it easy.<br>“Merciful has a juicy voice. It is necessary to educate him. You need to find a good teacher,” she said.</p>



<p>Rukhsor&#8217;s mother was tall, hot-tempered, and black-eyed.</p>



<p>He caresses his youngest son, whose black hair falls on his forehead.<br>“If you become a great singer, you will be excused by seeing Tashkent when you come, my son. God willing! It’s enough if I get into the study, the first one, I’ll do this. All I have to do is turn you around in the city.”</p>



<p>“I wish that. But… can I go to the conservatory, honey?”</p>



<p>“They will get it, my son, they will get it. Hearing your voice, they are also fascinated by you will remain.”</p>



<p>“Oh, you exaggerate. How many people are like me?”</p>



<p>“Never mind. God created everyone with His provision, my child…”</p>



<p>Rakhimjon could not go to Tashkent after finishing school. What would his mother find? He entered the school of music education with the help of his teachers. He learned to sing ghazals.</p>



<p>“To the point where you can still play big songs with ease, you can do it, my son,” said his teacher Gani, happy with his student’s ability.</p>



<p>At the Youth Festival held in the region in the year of graduation from the country of knowledge,&nbsp;<em>Qora Ko’zim</em>&nbsp;sung with Rakhimjon Navoi’s ghazals at the festival. He won first place by performing the songs&nbsp;<em>Kelmadi</em>. One of the well-known singers in his panel introduced himself as Muslim, an old, tall man. He hugged Rahimjon and pressed him to his bosom:<br>“My son, you have a bright future. This is my address. If you go to Tashkent, find me. I will help you to study,” he said.</p>



<p>On this day, Rakhimjon’s joy was boundless. He was flying in the sky.</p>



<p>When he got home:<br>“Mum, congratulate me,” he said. “They gave first place to me. After a month, we will go to Tashkent. If I get a place there, I will enter the conservatory without exams.”</p>



<p>“Learn from my smart son. Don’t let your eyes touch your voice, my child.<br>May God protect you from calamities.”</p>



<p>“What you say…”</p>



<p>Mukhsinjan, who won the second place at the festival, lights up a lamp inside. It didn’t light up.</p>



<p>“Will all my hard work and efforts go to waste?<br>I dream of singing in Tashkent, on big stages, after all…”</p>



<p>Mukhsin could not sit at home. Mother’s:<br>“Hey, hey, where are you going in the evening,” he said, but he went to his teacher’s house.</p>



<p>On the day he came home, he asked for a rug to hang on the carpet.<br>“I want to call…”</p>



<p>He tried to hum, matching the tune, but his voice did not come out. Then he cried.</p>



<p>“I can never sing again, honey? Why, why?! To me, what happened? What happened?”</p>



<p>Mental depression and illness overcame him. He was bedridden. Mukhsinjan was in Tashkent in those days. He took part in the competition and got a rank. After receiving it, he was accepted to study. He was extremely happy.</p>



<p>“Master, I have achieved my intention. I am very happy,” he said on the way back.</p>



<p>“Now be diligent. Good job.”</p>



<p>“Of course.”</p>



<p>“I heard that your friend is sick. Did you get the message?”</p>



<p>“If we can get there safely today, I will definitely go see him.<br>I couldn’t get a message because I was busy with preparations.”</p>



<p>“Do so. He is very talented. Get well, my God…”</p>



<p>“God willing…”</p>



<p>Muhsinjan said in his heart:<br>“He will never sing again. He can’t tell. He won’t get better,” he kept thinking. The villain who did it, he was calm because his work was clear only to God and to himself.</p>



<p>No cure was found for Rakhimjon’s pain. The old man brought by his uncle, the doctor, said that mercury might have been added to the drink because it is quickly absorbed into the blood. It is difficult to detect and treat maybe. It turned out that the young man committed suicide.</p>



<p>During autumn days, more precisely, on the twenty-eighth of October, Rahimjon passed away at the age of twenty.</p>



<p>There was no one left who did not burn and cry. It’s raining non-stop on this day. It poured.</p>



<p>Mukhsinjan’s popularity increased. In large gatherings, they invited Mukhsinjan to weddings. He was full and had a belly. He bought a car.</p>



<p>Tashkent became a step toward it.</p>



<p>On one of those days, it was snowing in January. In his twenties, Mukhsinjan had a car accident on his way home from work. The car fell into a ravine. What he was thinking in his last breath is unknown. But he was punished for what he did.</p>



<p>Many years have passed since this event. Rakhimjon’s mother is also getting old and has passed away. But his instrument and his picture are still hanging on the carpet.<br><br></p>


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<pre class="wp-block-verse"><strong>About the Author:</strong><br>Lobar RUSTAMOVA was born on January 1, 1955 in Yangikurgan District, Namangan Region.<br>In 1975, he graduated with honors from the faculty of Uzbek language and literature of Namangan State Pedagogical Institute.<br>Member of the Union of Writers of Uzbekistan. "Trails adjacent to the highway" co-authored (2000), "Telling Alla in the River" (2004), "Oymomo Smiles" (2004), "Ishq Azori" (2007)<br>"In the Spider's Web" (2009) "A Life of Virtue" (2011) "Tragedy on the Mountain" (2011) "The Address of Happiness" (2017) "It Was Still Winter" (2021) "The Scales of Fate" (2022)  )"Treasure at the bottom of the lake"( 2023),"Longing strewn road"  (2024) is the author of books. Examples of creations were published in newspapers and magazines and websites of Turkey, Azerbaijan, Kenya, Italy, Germany, Kyrgyzstan, Belgium.<br>In America and France, the stories "It was still winter" and the short stories "Scale of Fate" were published in English and French.<br>She has the badges "25 years of Independence of Uzbekistan", "Reputable Woman" and "World Talents" of Kazakhstan. Awarded the "Abay" medal of the International Association.</pre><p>The post <a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/victim-of-jealousy-by-lobar-rustamova/">VICTIM OF JEALOUSY by Lobar Rustamova</a> first appeared on <a href="https://prachyareview.com">Prachya Review</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded>
					
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>As the guest editor for this issue of&#160;Prachya Review, I am honored to present a vibrant tapestry of poetry, fiction, and artwork. Reviewing the submissions was both a privilege and a challenge, as each piece offered a unique voice, perspective, and artistic sensibility. The poetry in this issue ranges from the intimate to the universal, [&#8230;]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As the guest editor for this issue of&nbsp;<em>Prachya Review</em>, I am honored to present a vibrant tapestry of poetry, fiction, and artwork. Reviewing the submissions was both a privilege and a challenge, as each piece offered a unique voice, perspective, and artistic sensibility.</p>



<p>The poetry in this issue ranges from the intimate to the universal, exploring themes that resonate deeply with the human condition. Each poem invites readers into a space of reflection, evoking emotions that linger long after the last line.</p>



<p>The fiction contributions are equally compelling, showcasing narratives that challenge, surprise, and move us. From evocative short stories to imaginative prose, these pieces reveal the power of storytelling to connect us across boundaries of culture and experience.</p>



<p>The artwork interwoven throughout this issue serves as a visual counterpart to the written word, offering a fresh lens through which to experience creativity. The artists’ works bring new dimensions to the themes explored in the texts, creating a harmonious dialogue between mediums.</p>



<p>As an editor, I was struck by the courage and vulnerability of the contributors who shared their work. It takes bravery to offer one’s art to the world, and the strength of these voices reminds us why literature and art matter so profoundly.</p>



<p>I extend my gratitude to the&nbsp;<em>Prachya Review</em>&nbsp;team for their trust and support and to the readers who make this endeavor meaningful. May this issue inspire, provoke, and delight you as much as it has me.</p>



<p>Happy reading!</p>



<p><strong>Carl&nbsp;Scharwath</strong></p>



<p><strong>Contents:</strong></p>



<p><a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/the-ship-by-duane-vorhees/" title="">Poem  by Duane Vorhees</a>  </p>



<p><a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/poem-by-shirley-smothers/" title="">Poem by Shirley Smothers</a> </p>



<p><a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/poems-by-heymy-patino-martinez/?preview_id=46433&amp;preview_nonce=f5ec2a0d90&amp;preview=true&amp;_thumbnail_id=46435" title="">Poems by Heymy Patino Martinez</a> </p>



<p><a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/poems-by-marieta-maglas/" title="">Poems by Marieta Maglas</a> </p>



<p><a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/poems-by-irma-kurti/" title="">Poems by Irma Kurti</a> </p>



<p><a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/writer-of-destiny-by-anila-bukhari/" title="">Poem by Anila Bukhari</a> </p>



<p><a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/poems-by-maria-evelyn-quilla-soleta/" title="">Poems by Maria Evelyn Quilla Soleta</a>  </p>



<p><a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/poetry-and-art-by-pallavi-jain/" title="">Poetry and Art by Pallavi Jain</a> </p>



<p><a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/poetry-and-art-by-jc-williams-cassia-williams-rogers/" title="">Poetry &amp; Art by JC Williams Cassia Williams Rogers</a></p>



<p> <a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/poem-by-mahzuna-habibova-aʼzam/" title="">Poem by Mahzuna Habibova Aʼzam</a></p>



<p><a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/water-lilies-by-joan-mcnerney/" title="">Poem by Joan McNerney</a> </p>



<p><a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/poem-by-herb-kitson/" title="">Poem by Herb Kitson</a></p>



<p><a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/poem-by-dennis-williams/" title="">Poem by Dennis Williams</a></p>



<p> <a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/poems-by-stephen-mead/" title="">Poems by Stephen Mead</a>  </p>



<p><a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/poem-by-shodiyeva-mehribon-amin/" title="">Poem by Shodiyeva Mehribon Amin</a> </p>



<p><a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/collab-of-flash-fiction-poem-and-artwork-by-david-b-axelrod/" title="">Collab of flash fiction, poem and artwork by David B Axelrod</a></p>



<p><a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/collab-by-mike-turner-melinda-hicks/" title="">Collab by Mike Turner &amp;  Melinda Hicks</a>  </p>



<p><a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/contortions-by-simon-a-smith/" title="">Story by Simon A Smith</a> </p>



<p><a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/door-knocker-by-kevin-b/" title="">Story by Kevin B</a> </p>



<p><a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/hesitation-blues-by-steve-saulsbury/" title="">Flash Fiction by Steve Saulsbury</a> </p>



<p><a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/victim-of-jealousy-by-lobar-rustamova/" title="">Story by Lobar Rustamova</a></p>



<p><a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/photo-essays-prose-poem-by-brian-michael-barbeito/" title="">Photo essays, Prose &amp; Poem by Brian Michael Barbeito</a></p>



<p><a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/artworks-by-biagio-fortini/" title="">Artworks by Biagio Fortini</a> </p>



<p><a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/water-air-and-light-by-katie-hughbanks/" title="">Artworks by Katie Hughbanks</a> </p>



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					<description><![CDATA[<p>DON’T PROMISE A FRIEND Don’t promise to sit with a friend until he dies. He tells me he isn’t going to play that stinking cancer game. No poison, no chopping off pieces, no colostomy bags and besides, once it hits your esophagus and your brain they can’t exactly cut it all out. For his part, [&#8230;]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<pre class="wp-block-verse has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-7f210847dc20827b9a1a8b98001a2292"><strong>DON’T PROMISE A FRIEND</strong><br><br><br>	Don’t promise to sit with a friend until he dies. He tells me he isn’t going to play that stinking cancer game. No poison, no chopping off pieces, no colostomy bags and besides, once it hits your esophagus and your brain they can’t exactly cut it all out. For his part, he refuses to take test after test, so they can’t write down a definitive diagnosis. The doctor just takes me aside and says, “Look, you’re his health proxy. By now we know 99.9% for sure it’s cancer so let him do it his way.”<br>	We contact home hospice and they start us off all smiles and reassurances about death with dignity, and enough “comfort care” that he doesn’t need to worry about the pain. I like that euphemism. Comfort care is so much cuter than hard drugs. <br>	VSED stands for Voluntarily Stopping Eating and Drinking. Did you know it’s your constitutional right to do that—particularly if you are terminal, but because my friend refuses to get a final diagnosis, his medical charts don’t say he has cancer in several places.<br>	When the actual hospice nurse—not the administrator who signed him up—comes to evaluate him, she says, “You know, we won’t assist in suicide. The diagnosis is indefinite so you’re talking about suicide.”<br>	“No,” my friend says, “I’ve always been happy with my life. Now, I know what I need to do, and I’m not afraid of dying.” He tells me to take her out on his terrace and show her.<br>	I bring her out on this balcony where you can see the ocean and an inland waterway. 	<br>	“Wow,” she says, “What a view.”<br>	“Look down,” I tell her, encouraging her toward the concrete railing. “Sixteen stories,” 	I tell her. “It only takes three seconds to fall. Five stories is enough to kill you. And you think my friend is suicidal? He could jump anytime.”<br>	She leaves saying she’s going to discuss Baker Acting my buddy—having him committed because she thinks he is a danger to himself. She thinks he doesn’t want to get better. 	Now I don’t know if I’m going to sit by his bedside until he dies or visit him in the bin while they pump him with antidepressants, as if that would cure him. As if he wouldn’t be glad to live longer if that were possible. <br>	But they do send a caregiver to his house—a sincere, ten-buck-an-hour woman who holds my friends arm to help him get up to piss however many times a day. <br>	To assuage the intake nurse who thinks he’s suicidal, he consents to taking Lexapro, though he tells me it does about as much good as if he shoved it up his ass. I tell  him it is available as a suppository but I won’t be the one to insert it. And I stay for five, six or more hours with him every day. <br>	We have an agreement that I’ll tell him such bad jokes that by the time he’s really weak, he’ll wish he were dead. We go a couple weeks like that before he realizes he doesn’t want to linger. It’s time to take it to the next step. He stops eating, and for good measure, he barely drinks anything.<br>	It’s also time to make “The Arrangements,” But the woman who comes to his place to plan the cremation doesn’t like our sense of humor. She lists the fancy ways she they can reduce him to ashes and he declines them all. <br>	“We have a Cremation Casket with a white crepe interior, no bed of course. Our price is just $899.” She seems sure we will recognize a good deal.  <br>	“A sandalwood coffin would smell great,” I say.<br>	“You could all sit in the lotus position as I burn,” my friend says, “and chant Om.” <br>	The cremation specialist doesn’t get it.  She lists a couple other options and my friend goes with a cardboard box. <br>	“I’m okay with lying on some wax paper,” he says. She declines to say whether that is an option or even legal.<br>	“Do you want the brass urn for your ashes?” She persists, but did she really need to ask?<br>	He goes with a much smaller cardboard box to hold him, and she insists that he specify who will claim his ashes—that being me, the loyal friend.<br>	She prints out the agreement on this neat portable printer and I say, “Hey, you left out the most important option.”<br>	“What?” she asks, hopeful she can still pump up her commission. <br>	“Marshmallows and chocolate.”<br>	She misses it completely. <br>	“S’mores,” my friend tells her, “For when he’s there while you burn me.”<br>	He signs. She leaves. I’m staying now for something like eight hours a day and worry that I shouldn’t leave him with the people that hospice sends because: <br>	A. They don’t have a sense of humor either. <br>	B. They waltz in and say, “Can I get you a sandwich,” when he’s already been five days without eating and they truly don’t understand this VSED, and,<br>	 C. Men don’t like to use a bedpan, or maybe it’s just conditioning, so he thinks he has to stand up to piss, so if the aide leaves the room, he tries to get up to piss and he falls. 	He’s fallen twice already and has the cuts and bruises to prove it. <br>	“Maybe you can sleep here,” he suggests, but he doesn’t have a second bed.<br>	“I love you dearly,” I tell him, “but you’re sure as shit too ugly for me to sleep with you.”<br>	Of course they are screwing with his meds. They don’t want him to have narcotics because he might become addicted. Hello? A dying man here? I don’t think addiction is a going to be a problem.<br>	How long do you think someone can go without eating? It’s been a week. He’s not quite Auschwitz but it’s getting grotesque. He really hasn’t been able to swallow much for months, eating so much egg salad he might as well have feathers. <br>	It turns out you can go weeks and weeks without eating much of anything. He decides to go completely without drinking. Dehydration can certainly kill you pretty quickly, except don’t promise to sit with a friend until he dies. Or at least consider that having cancer doesn’t mean he has a weak heart. His mind might be thinking he’s ready to die but his heart has a will of its own. <br>	“Takes a licking and keeps on ticking,” only you may not be as old as my friend and I who remember John Cameron Swazy—the first person to broadcast the news on television. “Ladies and gentleman, a good evening to you. Sit back, light up a Camel and be an eyewitness to the happenings that made history in the last twenty-four hours.” For all his puffing as he brought us the news, after his news-casting days, John Cameron Swazy had a long career peddling Timex watches and lived to be 89. My friend is 75. He’s out of time but the damn ticker just won’t quit.<br>	Twelve days without food and the last five days without a drop to drink, he’s still alive, though his urine has gone from blood red to thick coffee. <br>	Did you know even when you don’t drink, your body still puts out urine? And did you know that even when a man is debilitated and delirious he still wants to stand up to piss? I have to climb into his bed and restrain him so he doesn’t try to lift himself to the edge of the bed where he’s so weak he will fall. <br>	It’s all so hard to watch, I’m forgetting to joke. “Did you hear about the fellow who got hit by a car? Someone rushes over and covers him with a sweater. Another fellow rolls up a jacket and puts it under his head and asks, ‘are you comfortable?’ The man on the ground looks up and says, ‘I make a living.’” <br>	I can make the rest of the story go more quickly even though it takes fully seventeen days, the last eight of which are completely without food and liquids. He develops a fever—probably a urinary tract infection. He hits 104. They want to cool him off and give him antibiotics. They still think it’s their job to keep him alive.<br>	They informed me a couple days before that they might completely stop sending health aides because he doesn’t have a terminal diagnosis on his chart and, “Just dying isn’t covered by Medicaid. We might not get reimbursed if we send someone to sit with him just because he’s close to death.” It’s all I can do to get someone to come for the last nights.<br>	I tell him he’s done a great job evoking sympathy, not to mention that some people are just dying to be skinny and he’s come up with a sure-fire weight-loss plan. <br>	“You’ve done what you needed. Just let go.” I say, and I want to believe there is a faint sigh of acknowledgement. “Die,” I tell him. “It’s getting too melodramatic.”<br>	I worry that I am beginning to mean it, but I can’t blame him for his last breaths. I’m the fool who promised to sit with my friend until he dies. I could have just encouraged him over the balcony. Instead, I grip his hand firmly as he passes and the hospice caregiver ;eaves the room to let me cry.</pre>



<pre class="wp-block-verse has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-d30c6b2f4fe50885a143a53369c80eca"><strong>ASTROPHEL AND I</strong><br><br> Some families only meet up at marriages<br>and funerals where astrophel provides<br>a bridal bouquet or wreath. You’d think <br>I could content myself with greetings <br>when you flower into the room, <br>a blossom in the heat of summer,<br>delicate in your cotton sheathe, smiling<br>like while light as I present as the dark night.<br>“He’s after a lay,” people say, “But she’s <br>too good for him.” Right twice over, <br>I can validate. Lust is not romantic<br>nor is it her mind I mean to conquer, <br>but sonnets, like neoclassical poetry, <br>are for poetry affectionados and pop culture<br>is more "slam bam, barely a thank you <br>ma'am. Time was a prom date required<br>a corsage. Now a Seven-Eleven rose passes<br>for sentimental. Granted, a grocery-store <br>bunch of flowers with baby’s breath <br>will do when you arrive to a family<br>reunion. Your cousin’s new baby, <br>reeking of baby powder, bubbling <br> a map of breast milk is the prevailing<br>symbol of new love. A poem about <br>how Astrophel loved Stella may have<br>been the poet Petrarch's trip, catalogued in<br>Cliff Notes and crib sheets. Once, all our<br>book shelves had the same texts we kept after<br>our degree to prove we were well read. <br>Frat men who notched their bed posts <br>for de-flowers, now emasculated by <br>blood-pressure meds or prostrate <br>operations, commiserating at wakes or<br>grandchild’s wedding, or avoiding <br>the question who will go next.</pre>



<p><strong>About the Author</strong>:<br>Dr. David B. Axelrod was Suffolk, Long Island’s, and is now Volusia County, Florida, Poet Laureate (2015-continuing). He has been published in fifteen languages and hundreds of magazines and anthologies, and twenty-four books of poetry, most recently <em>The Official Rules for Olympic Bed Riding (Bold Venture Press, 2023)</em>.  He is also author of <em>Merlin Stone Remembered, </em>chronicling the work of the women&#8217;s-rights advocate author of <em>When God Was a Woman. </em> Dr. Axelrod is recipient of three Fulbright Awards including his being the first official Fulbright Poet-in-Residence in the People’s Republic of China. He is publisher of Writers Ink Press. He lives in Daytona Beach where he is the founder/director of Creative Happiness Institute, Inc., a not-for-profit organization presenting programs in creative writing and alternative wellness (www.creativehappiness.org). His complete CV is available at www.poetrydoctor.org/CV. </p><p>The post <a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/collab-of-flash-fiction-poem-and-artwork-by-david-b-axelrod/">Collab of Flash Fiction, Poem and Artwork by David B. Axelrod</a> first appeared on <a href="https://prachyareview.com">Prachya Review</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded>
					
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Mother They say is a place where mothers speak The whole earth is listening. Every time I listen to the pain of others, But I'm swallowing it myself. To see your child happy Ready to take the worlds. For her, there is no happiness other than her child, Well versed in the language of the [&#8230;]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<pre class="wp-block-verse has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-0f7c91abc196f7f3233d00a776dd8d0a"><strong>Mother</strong> <br> <br>They say is a place where mothers speak <br>The whole earth is listening. <br>Every time I listen to the pain of others, <br>But I'm swallowing it myself. <br> <br>To see your child happy <br>Ready to take the worlds. <br>For her, there is no happiness other than her child, <br>Well versed in the language of the best intentions. <br> <br>If a thorn enters your child suddenly <br>A blink of an eye. <br>He hides his pain in his heart, <br>So passionate, so pure in heart. <br> <br>Good or bad is the same for him, <br>He does not take care of any of his children. <br>He is characterized by tenacity, patience, <br>Life's trials are not without thorns. <br> <br>Mothers from a small joy <br>When you reach the happiness of the world. <br>Children are drowned in the mud of sin, <br>His parents don't know much. <br> <br>Take care like a black eye, <br>Day and night in prayer, wishes for perfection. <br>But when he grew up, asking how he was doing, <br>I want to say sweet words. <br> <br>Well, I have a lot of worries <br>When will the sorrow of the world end? <br>A mother always loves her child, <br>The life of this imitation is fading away. <br> <br>Revealing false love to others, <br>Don't think you're flattering. <br>For the sake of his parents, he once said: <br><br>He does not say "Mom, I love you". <br> <br>Couldn't track it to its last address <br>You will be surprised to have such children. <br>A single palm could not give love <br>You will find it in the children of the rest of the world. <br> <br>Let everyone know their mother is holy, <br>Answered like a mother's prayer. <br>If someone offends you, it's their own fault. <br>He will burn in the fire of hell. <br> <br>Until the children wish their mother's heart, <br>I wish he could fulfill his duty. <br>Not after leaving the world, on the contrary, <br>I wish he knew the value of his existence... <br> <br>Don't ask once, don't see once, <br>When you leave, you will be burned in the fire. <br>With so many sins on his shoulders <br>How do you go to God's place? </pre>



<p>About the Poet:<br>Shodiyeva Mehribon Amin was born in 1998 in the Shofirkon district of the Bukhara region. The young artist&#8217;s poems have been published several times in newspapers and magazines such as &#8220;Shofirkon ovozi&#8221;, &#8220;Buxoroyi Sharif&#8221;, &#8220;Istiqlol g&#8217;unchalari&#8221;, &#8220;Buxoro adabiyoti va san&#8217;ati&#8221;, &#8220;Bilimdon&#8221;, &#8220;Dono word&#8221;. Collections entitled &#8220;Nurli manzillar&#8221;, &#8220;Beg&#8217;ubor orzular&#8221; have been published. Currently, she is an independent student of the Bukhara State Pedagogical Institute. </p>



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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Sun in CapricornThe sun's a snowball somebody threw into the sky.It reminds me it's December, cold,that winter solstice began yesterday,that calendar and weather both are old.No one's tried to purchase summer now. The shopping cart is empty—plain to see.It's all stark angularity,the air smeared drab in black and gray.Give it a fancy namein French, no [&#8230;]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<pre class="wp-block-verse has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-e5dea9279c310d2b88d5594a92d3232a">  <strong>  Sun in Capricorn<br></strong><br>The sun's a snowball somebody threw<br>          into the sky.<br>It reminds me it's December, cold,<br>that winter solstice began yesterday,<br>that calendar and weather both are old.<br><br>No one's tried to purchase summer now. <br>The shopping cart is empty—plain to see.<br>It's all stark angularity,<br>the air smeared drab in black and gray.<br><br>Give it a fancy name<br>in French, no less,<br>call it Le Tableau Vide et Sans Couleur.<br>Call it sorrow, loss, absence, gloom.<br><br>Call it anything you like.  <br>You're painted from the picture.<br>There's nothing living to be seen.<br>Just  dirty white and solitude.<br><br>You've been shut out for years.<br>Ekphrastic challenge of bleak season<br>isn't hard to understand.<br>You're screwed.  You're outta paint.<br>It's difficult to change the scene. <br><br>Life's rigid.<br>There's a track with no train—<br>no chance of going home,<br>no hope for getting warm.</pre>



<p><strong>About the Poet:</strong><br>Herb Kitson is professor emeritus in English-University of Pittsburgh-Titusville-Pennsylvania-USA.  Poems of his in The Atlanta Review, Ballast, Comstock Review, New York Quarterly, Pittsburgh Quarterly, Poetry East, Rattle, Witness, Yankee, Pearl, et al. In print, he has two books  and two chapbooks. </p><p>The post <a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/poem-by-herb-kitson/">Poem by Herb Kitson  </a> first appeared on <a href="https://prachyareview.com">Prachya Review</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded>
					
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Emancipation Emancipation, what a beautiful wordfree as a bird in a tree.Free from the heat of the burning sunfree from the threat of a loaded gunemancipation liberation at its best Freedom to south the food I like freedom to see my family well-fedfreedom to do the chores I want freedom to do the things I [&#8230;]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<pre class="wp-block-verse has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-0a60e7f517bb1f5f63695a26b3a86a4d"><strong>Emancipation </strong><br><br><br>Emancipation, what a beautiful word<br>free as a bird in a tree.<br>Free from the heat of the burning sun<br>free from the threat of a loaded gun<br>emancipation liberation at its best <br><br>Freedom to south the food I like <br>freedom to see my family well-fed<br>freedom to do  the chores I want <br>freedom to do the things I even cant<br><br>Freedom to roam without any fear <br>resting whenever I wish<br>movement at my own pace<br>saturated in this bliss<br><br>Emancipation, freedom what a twin<br>very few saw it coming, oh what a win<br>the sun, the heat, the whip, the pain<br>the many things I lost, the many I gain<br><br>Freedom gain, what delight?<br>the struggle for the freedom was a right <br>thing to do, It was worth the fight.<br>the battle and the grit<br>came together to make it right <br><br>Emancipation, what a beautiful word<br>I’ll say it out loud, every chance I get <br>shout it out from the housetop <br>lest our ears go deaf and we forget.<br>Emancipation.</pre>



<pre class="wp-block-verse has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-5e797ee0ac47c330aabdf7ead2cf6b5b">     <strong>  The wall</strong><br><br>Don’t scale my wall<br>to enter my premises<br>that action is an intrusion<br>the entrance is open <br>and the charge is free<br><br>Are you anxious just to  enter?<br>because you want to be there<br>or just to be inside<br>to peruse<br>or to patriciate<br>to mingle with the crowd<br>to be amongst  the rest<br>greet friends <br>tell a few jokes <br>or just pass the time <br><br>Don’t scale my wall <br>you do not wish me well<br>come in through the front gate <br> all well-wishers do <br>let the people see your face<br>Let them all be aware that you are here<br>In our midst part of us<br>enjoying the scenery <br>enjoying the grounds<br>come in be a part of don’t scale my wall.</pre>


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<p><strong>About the Poet:</strong><br>Dennis is a poet/writer from Sandy Hill, St. Catherine, Jamaica. He is blessed and humbled to have his writings published in the Agape Review, the American Diversity Report (ADR), Alchemy Spoon issue #7, Cast of Wonders, Blaze Vox fall of 2023, Active Muse 24, Auvert issue #4 and Literary Heist.</p><p>The post <a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/poem-by-dennis-williams/">Poem by Dennis Williams  </a> first appeared on <a href="https://prachyareview.com">Prachya Review</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded>
					
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Raven’d ThiefJet-black raven crossing sunRuby’d seed clutched in curved beakScavenged gem snatched on the runA forager: Cunning, bold pratique Lofts o’er valley, stream and hillPlumed wings stretching, talons baredAll the while its jewel held stillProvision Neither lost nor sharedOh! Were I in raven’d flightFilched prize held as mine alone‘Twould transit, ‘til in dark of nightI [&#8230;]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<pre class="wp-block-verse has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-d76f7769d0b77e757375a27aadcc7e23"><strong>Raven’d Thief</strong><br><br>Jet-black raven crossing sun<br>Ruby’d seed clutched in curved beak<br>Scavenged gem snatched on the run<br>A forager: <br>Cunning, bold pratique <br><br>Lofts o’er valley, stream and hill<br>Plumed wings stretching, talons bared<br>All the while its jewel held still<br>Provision <br>Neither lost nor shared<br><br>Oh! Were I in raven’d flight<br>Filched prize held as mine alone<br>‘Twould transit, ‘til in dark of night<br>I would alight <br>In nested home<br><br>To savor that rare, precious grist<br>And with its husk my roost adorn<br>Awaiting then the dawning’s mists<br>To scrounge again <br>Against the morn’</pre>


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<pre class="wp-block-verse has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-0b636cd937b252a66053da568d87b58e"><strong>Cattails, Haunts and Swales</strong><br><br>Call it slew, marsh or swale<br>Reed mace or cattail<br>The bogs and the bulrushes call<br><br>Haints of mojo, hoodoo<br>Wraiths and spirits call you<br>Their mystery and magic enthrall<br><br>‘Cross the bayou, moans, low<br>Loons speak out a rondeau <br>Sing to us their plaintive tattoo<br><br>As the eve’ yields to dusk<br>Curtain’s rung down for us<br>‘Til next eve, ghostly scenes come anew</pre>


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<p><em><strong>Artworks:</strong> “Marauder, Trickster, Thief” (watercolor on paper), “Dressed in Layers” (mixed media on paper), “Vanishing Point” (watercolor on paper) by Melinda Hicks<br></em><br><strong>About the Poet and Artist:</strong><br>Melinda Hicks&nbsp;<em>(Artist)</em>&nbsp;has a camera, a collection of&nbsp;“collage stuff” and a vision for art.&nbsp; Mix these elements with water + color, and something magical happens: visions flow off the tips of her brushes onto paper, and art is created.&nbsp;Melinda’s paintings are based upon photos she takes on walks, from the car and while traveling, as well as painting plein air; she works mainly in watercolor, with collage pieces to add depth.&nbsp;Melinda lives in Fairhope, AL with her dedicated “art critic” husband Donald and her trusty art buddy, Lady Bug, their cat.&nbsp;</p>


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<p>Mike Turner&nbsp;<em>(Writer)</em>&nbsp;is a songwriter and poet living on the U.S. Gulf Coast. Named Male Gospel Entertainer of the Year by the North America Country Music Associations International (2017), his original songs have received radio and streaming play in the U.S., UK, Europe, Australia and on the US Armed Forces Radio Network. Mike has had over 350 poems published in more than 70 journals and anthologies; his poem, “Sense of Peace,” won the Alabama Writers’ Cooperative’s 2023 Roger Williams Peace Prize. His book,&nbsp;Visions and Memories, is available from Amazon.</p>



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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Love of countryAt the top of the clear sky,I have tasted the good fortune of Mozi.Your history is at the top of the list,John - I carved it into my soul, from dawn to heart.Your days are beautiful - my soul,"Navroz" is the interpretation of love.The sweetness of your food - the worlds are between [&#8230;]</p>
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<pre class="wp-block-verse has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-94465937548d69894b93f57223b80981"><strong>Love of country</strong><br><br><br>At the top of the clear sky,<br>I have tasted the good fortune of Mozi.<br>Your history is at the top of the list,<br>John - I carved it into my soul, from dawn to heart.<br><br>Your days are beautiful - my soul,<br>"Navroz" is the interpretation of love.<br>The sweetness of your food - the worlds are between -<br>Even "Palovtora" is a fire of languages.<br><br>Your great figures are my great history,<br>The world has recognized the news of thousands of centuries.<br>Your prayers have come true,<br>In the interpretation of the world - the name is saffron!<br><br>We didn't know what love was -<br>Summer and winter of homesickness.<br>The whole body is pale with pain -<br>We learned from Babur - LOVE OF THE COUNTRY.<br><br>I will be the soul in your veins,<br>There are tears in your eyes.<br>If I say praise - my word is triumphant,<br>You are the light of hearts, you are the sun, the sun!<br></pre>



<p><strong>About the Poet:</strong><br>Mahzuna Habibova Aʼzam  kizi. She was born on October 10, 1998 in Jondor district, Bukhara region. Currently a student of Gulistan State University. In Uzbekistan, his first book called &#8220;Lines of Longing&#8221; was published.  In this book &#8220;I sing my country&#8221; there are poems for our readers about the homeland, love for the homeland, love, friendship, nature, parents. We think that the book will surely take a place in your heart.</p><p>The post <a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/12/01/poem-by-mahzuna-habibova-a%ca%bczam/">Poem by Mahzuna Habibova Aʼzam</a> first appeared on <a href="https://prachyareview.com">Prachya Review</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded>
					
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