a tribute to ritwik ghatak

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poem by

john ebraham

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Ritwik Ghatak,

In partition, not physically of willingness

-the country departed

Out of his outer consciousness-

cosmic consciousness-

none of his mistakes.

Reactions - natural reaction- reflections

Ritwik ghatak,

refugee, unborn, unwanted, unhearable

penatrative towards the victorian hangover

of the Tagorian corruption of thinking.

Life was more important for him

then the poetry in praise of god,

the god of victorian tagorian thinking.

Hence he was rejected from the bengalian thinking

Ritwik ghatak- the name doesn't suit

the heirarchic thinking of

the rayanian Zamindarian thinking.

Perhaps the long acho of the forgotton factors

that becomes reminiacences of

the ' Death of a sales man ' or otherwise

the long columns and the nomore chabi biswas.

Cardiac arrest is common

The death of ghatak was uncommon.

Nay, Ritwik Ghatak

I remember, a tall man

his hands moving around my shoulders,

Catching me with the feeling of nearness

rather than imperialism-

The man who stands before me

Qustioning my manliness

loosing his hands to shake my hands

In appreciation of manliness

recongnising each other

Kicking on my an's and telling me

" Get up awake shoot "

I remember, not with sentiments.

With awakening proud, Ritwik Ghatak.

Ritwik Daa,

let me cell you Ritwik Daa,

i know that you are nomore

But Iam, alive for you.

Believe me.

When the seventh seal is opened

I will use my camera as my gun

and sure, the echo of the sound

will reverberate in your bones,

and feed back to me my inspiration.

Thank you Ritwik Daa.

iam thinking you

not with importency and insipidity.

Ritwik Daa,

eternally you are

in my brain

in my spirit and

in my Holy Ghost

( amen )