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When the heart burns...
Nashid Kamal needs more summer wine
NAJMA Ghaudhury writes in her introduction that she had never thought of writing poems or becoming a poet, or even publishing them. However, some random thoughts compelled her to pick up pen and paper, sometimes even scraps of waste paper, because the thoughts wanted to form words and appear in the shape of poems. I appreciated this impulse. It sounded like the lines we had read in the Promoth Chowdhury' text for our SSC exams 'Birds sing out with the pleasure of singing, they are not bothered as to who is listening to them'. To me Najma Chaudhury's collection of seventy six poems is a documentation of such explosive thoughts in exclusive moments. They need not conform to the formulas of poetry' writing, yet they bring out some inner thoughts even when they are one liners (Shunno Purnota), which, when translated, reads this way: Heart is empty, Hands are empty, relationship is distressed!
The poems have been written and arranged at random. No particular theme can tie the knot. However, in most of the poems, there is a
disappointment, both of a personal sort as well as a collective manner. For example, in the poem titled 'Slogan' she writes that the government wants to curb population growth, although she feels the dearth of good human beings (four lines), very significant and meaningful.
In another poem of my liking, titled Bonniman', she writes about people being bothered by a burning smell and looking all over for something that is burning. Finally, they find that her heart is burning, her innocent and immature heart! Quite unique. Other poems catching my fancy are Phire ele','Phaki','Kothokota','Chhutir din', 'Shopno, shoopno' and some more. I would have liked to see more poems with meaningful time sequence embedded in the poem, something like dui bighe jomi' of Tagore, because the poet has traversed many roads and had varied experiences, many of which could be summarized with deeper inner content.
The poem bearing the title of the book, Neelkonthi, says the following I am wet with love
Yet I am not a peacock, I am a crow I left the red attire of love and took to blue Knowing full well, I drank the blue hemlock Hence I am the one with the blue hue I liked another poem, which is titled 'Ferrarir fera', where she uses interesting analogies and political words like 'emergency' declared on the heart, 'curfew' limits its activities, and then banished to the Andaman Islands. Thinking along those lines, I think we all are. This thought is universal (at some points of our lives) that our lives are some kind of punishment and have been touched upon by famous poets ,especially Jibanananda Das, Hason Raja, to name a few.
I can relate to the bhawaiyya song ’Phande poriya boga kande re', where the strings of the fish net weigh like heavy iron clasps on human feet, when the poet says 'Ore ahare kunkurar shuta holu lohar ghuna re'. I think that in these seventy six poems, all readers will find themselves somewhere. Even though there are myriad disappointments in life, just reading some good poetry enlivens you and makes you wish for more 'summer wine' and I think Neelkonthi will trigger the thirst.
DR. NASHID KAMAL IS AN ACADEMIC, NOVELIST AND LEADING NAZRUL EXPONENT