Thanks Jane! Hope this reads better... *Tell no one* Am hiding out here, tell no one
In the hollow trunk of the old banyan >From adventurous Biggles to bird-eyed Miss Marples I read them all up here, tell no one T'was a summer dusk, the mali's son came up my den He showed me what goes where, tell no one 7 summers later, they shot the Naxalite I'd broken my heart o'er, tell no one That long-abandoned house; that bow-bent banyan I've snaked back here to moult, tell no one Tanu May 17, 2005 A friend had asked >story of a dark past? I'm sharing with you the background that generated this poem. A hollow in a tree trunk is a hide-out all children would love, I'd think. I had my own, in our garden. My mother was always after us to finish our home-works. We had to 'be lost' to 'find' our own space. And back in those pre-TV days, story books were the main springboards for our imagination....Biggles, Miss Marples included. The mali (gardener/s) of our three childhood homes (sequentially) was a formative influence. And his son Shiuji, who was elder than me, used to be my playmate. It's sad that Shiuji died of tympanitis!. The Naxalite. He wasn't shot dead. He was tortured so badly in prison that he became mad. They had pulled out his nails and worse... This was in the 1970s, the Naxal movement was being brutally crushed by the West Bengal goverment. Some of the brightest young Bengalees died early deaths, including this bright chap from our neighbourhood. We were all very sad. He was a hero. The long-abandoned house is our Dishergarh house, which we left when out father retired in 1986. Having returned to India now, meditative at Amity, I imagine myself back in my favourite hide-out, like a snake crawling in to a cool, undisturbed corner, where it can safely slough off it's old skin and emerge renewed. It's a hide-out. So TELL NO ONE, that's what I'm upto these days! Thanks again Jane! Am happy that you could relate. Warmly Rinku On 5/17/05, jane bhandari <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > Just a suggestion... > > 'From adventurous Biggles to bird-eyed Miss Marples' ------------------------ Yahoo! Groups Sponsor --------------------~--> What would our lives be like without music, dance, and theater? Donate or volunteer in the arts today at Network for Good! http://us.click.yahoo.com/pkgkPB/SOnJAA/Zx0JAA/yqIolB/TM --------------------------------------------------------------------~-> Did you get this mail as a forward? Subscribe by sending a blank mail to [EMAIL PROTECTED], OR, if you have a Yahoo! ID, by visiting http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ZESTPoets/join. Members are encouraged to post poetry, their own and others', respond critically to the poems circulated, and participate in discussions. Post via email at [email protected] OR online at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ZESTPoets/post. ---theZESTcommunity-------------- [1] ZESTCurrent: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ZESTCurrent/ [2] ZESTEconomics: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ZESTEconomics/ [3] ZESTGlobal: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ZESTGlobal/ [4] ZESTMedia: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ZESTMedia/ [5] ZESTPoets: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ZESTPoets/ [6] ZESTCaste: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ZESTCaste/ [7] ZESTAlternative: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ZESTAlternative/ [8] TalkZEST: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TalkZEST/ Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ZESTPoets/ <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/
