Shahid Shafi's poem
His Land Is Kashmir
Revew by: Tariq Ahmad Tariq
His Land Is Kashmir
Revew by: Tariq Ahmad Tariq
Asalaam Alikum.
I suppose every poet treasures aestheticism. Poets know the art of exploring beauty of ideas. They choose inspirations worth spreading, feelings worth sharing, and harbour words which attract all the senses of the readers simulteanously. Poets never use monotonous words. They shun the words which fail to convey the ideas in their original occurence. These words, like those of roses, seem to smell sweet at the very first sight. Emotions carried arround in the cart of unfamaliar diction find poor respondands.
The great poets of every age have believed in the simple diction. Wordsworth of the gone by ages, and Maya Angelou of the present age need not the help of lexicons or thesaruses to understand. Their message finds no transmission loss any where in the world.
I suppose the kashmiri born poets writing in English are tough to understand, than any of the native English poets. Kashmiri poets, i suppose, fit ideas to the words having different connotations and feel the work is done for them. They need , as i feel,to revisit their approach and write heartfelt sentiments in the natural flow, they get birth in.
I suppose every poet treasures aestheticism. Poets know the art of exploring beauty of ideas. They choose inspirations worth spreading, feelings worth sharing, and harbour words which attract all the senses of the readers simulteanously. Poets never use monotonous words. They shun the words which fail to convey the ideas in their original occurence. These words, like those of roses, seem to smell sweet at the very first sight. Emotions carried arround in the cart of unfamaliar diction find poor respondands.
The great poets of every age have believed in the simple diction. Wordsworth of the gone by ages, and Maya Angelou of the present age need not the help of lexicons or thesaruses to understand. Their message finds no transmission loss any where in the world.
I suppose the kashmiri born poets writing in English are tough to understand, than any of the native English poets. Kashmiri poets, i suppose, fit ideas to the words having different connotations and feel the work is done for them. They need , as i feel,to revisit their approach and write heartfelt sentiments in the natural flow, they get birth in.
When I read the poem. I see that the first stanza is simply a pack of phrases with out completion of the idea.
The word "is" is needed to be inserted before "frightened" to make it a complete idea. The first stanza, even after making it connotative, still fails to evoke response, or raise curiousity in the reader.
The second stanza presents "a monster", gulping the youths. The boy presented in the first stanza is made to repeat the same helplessness which he is destined with in the first stanza. The monister is shown doing nothing to the boy. Here the narrater leads from the front and paints the helplessness of the boy on his canvas.
The word "is" is needed to be inserted before "frightened" to make it a complete idea. The first stanza, even after making it connotative, still fails to evoke response, or raise curiousity in the reader.
The second stanza presents "a monster", gulping the youths. The boy presented in the first stanza is made to repeat the same helplessness which he is destined with in the first stanza. The monister is shown doing nothing to the boy. Here the narrater leads from the front and paints the helplessness of the boy on his canvas.
In the whole poem 'liquidation dreams', and 'monister' could have been developed into symbols, and the reader could have found his role by making varied connotations; but the poet has explained every thing before hand, and spoiled the texture of the poem to the core.
Barring visual images, the poem has nothing to showcase. The poem loses epigramic essence.
We all believe that
Words are just like leaves, and
Where they most abound
Much fruit of sense is rarely found.
The prose version of this poem can be even more concise than that of the poem itself.
Barring visual images, the poem has nothing to showcase. The poem loses epigramic essence.
We all believe that
Words are just like leaves, and
Where they most abound
Much fruit of sense is rarely found.
The prose version of this poem can be even more concise than that of the poem itself.
Summary:
In a sorrowful night, a run- away boy from an opressed land got frightened with his floating dreams. An awful monister, in this land, would gulf the youth of this land. The boy at seeing him started sobbing and chrushing teeth in desperation. The poet notices, and simply potrays his helplessness on the canvas.
In a sorrowful night, a run- away boy from an opressed land got frightened with his floating dreams. An awful monister, in this land, would gulf the youth of this land. The boy at seeing him started sobbing and chrushing teeth in desperation. The poet notices, and simply potrays his helplessness on the canvas.
The poet has put his best efforts. He, however, needs embrace a broader perspective to and prensent his sentiments accordingly.
Good luck to the poem..
Good luck to the poem..
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