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You wait and wait endlessly for your Godot
The memories of yesterday’s sweet insignia
drown like paper boats in your streaming tears.
Easier than playing a lute without a string
Your Dushyanta plays with your bod without wedding vows
and disappears like a picture on the silver screen.
When you look back
the cosmetic rouge peels off
and you remain abandoned alone
like a tin of talcum cast off.
Like a Python swallowing a buck,
He would run away leaving you a mistress
Devouring your youth and attending bloom.
Poor child! You are just crazy!
Pray as many Gods as you wish, but
Your Dushyanta shall never come to you.
You can put up with boycotts and hide your grief
Fine!
But how can you hide your billowing belly?
Whenever you stand before the mirror
Your reflection catechizes ‘who fathers the foetus?’.
The rolled-gold ring he pressed on your finger
Mocks at you losing its short-lived glitter.
As you try to scout for his whereabouts
You remember the half-torn cinema ticket
And the snapped sacred thread before it was tied
And feel betrayed.
Then you repent:
“Damn it!
How easily the powders and scents have conned!
And how the silk sari Dushyanta presented
acted a blindfold letting him vanish.”
Where is your Dushyanta, dear sis, where is he?
He must have already enticed your another sibling
Somewhere in a remote agency village!
In a fancy display of half-year’s spousehood
He impregned you before retreating;
Grabbing these lands
as easily as he ensnared your body
and decamping with the produce
as “One of Seventy” stood a mute witness.
Growing from foetus to a full limbed spirit,
The infant asks no sooner than it lands on earth:
Mother! When will father come back?
The question iterates through generations
But yet,
You shall be awaiting your Godot.
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P. Vidyasagar.
Telugu
Indian.
(Note:
Godot: “Waiting For the Godot” is an absurdist play by Samuel Beckett in which two characters wait endlessly for the arrival of a person named Godot who will never turn up.
“One of Seventy”: is an Act protecting the rights of tribals in AP)
Mr P. Vidya Sagar is employed in AP Transco. Born and brought up in Palvancha, an interior semi-urban area, Mr Sagar is influenced by the poetry of K. Siva Reddy. Having married his classmate and a tribal girl, he has firsthand knowledge of the problems of tribals, their exploitation by all sections of government and non-government agencies. He presented that powerfully in his poetry and came up with 2 volumes of his work… Dishtibomma ( A Scarecrow) is an outpouring of his angst against globalization. In a severe indictment of middlemen who charge one extra bundle of 100 Bidi leaves for every 100 bundles as insurance against damaged leaves from the tribals (which they call Galikatta in their parlance), he brought out collection by that very name Galikatta… He also came up with a long poem Polavaram … an upcoming project on the river Godavari which alienates tribals from their land.
The present poem takes the story of Dushyanta as a parallel from the Mahabharata epic to depict how the tribal girls are being deceived by the people from the plains in the name of marriage…
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