Aniruddha Pathak Poet Narrative

The Hungry Stones, The thirst of the famished- XIII

To the office when I rushed to ask Khan,
To tell me what it meant and if at all, 
And what I learnt from the old man was this:
A story of countless unrequited,
Unfulfilled longings, lurid flames of red,
Wild carnal pleasures raging within walls
Of the palace of ill repute, the curse
Of collective heartaches of teenage girls,
Of blasted hopes that made every stone nurse
A red grudge against the perpetrators,
The thirst of hungry stones, and all a whole,
In long years turning into prime haters,
Eager to swallow any living soul,
A famished ogre on an eating spree,
Not one that lived there three nights of a pause,
Could have escaped safe from its cruel jaws,
Save, Meher Ali— from all reasons free.
So, there is a way out for my release,
I posed, ‘of course for a man of your means,
Why stay beyond these hills, if you so please,
And you do well know how it all begins—
The tale of buds caught in a stormy sea,
And fated to live at that haunted shore,
Scarce anything could more pathetic be,
Anything more heart-rending to the core'.
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Narrative |01.04.2024|
Note: A poetic translation of Rabindranath Tagore’s story in Bengali: Kshudhaarto Paashaana, divided in I to XIV parts, largely in blank verse that lapses into rhymes along with its twists and turns. The story is known to have happened during Tagore’s stay at Shaahibaug palace in Ahmadabad, the nearby river Sabarmati becoming river Suista in the story.

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Quoth Theraven April 19, 2024 at 12:00 AM Aniruddha, Very nice in a night's learning. Harken back to a poem called "I Remember - Her smile, a beacon of grace, A rare visage of a warm face" -Richard