All About Book Publishing, Vol-I,Issue-I, June-July 2011
Silver Poems on my Lips
(Collection of Poems)
Author: Dr. Nandini Sahu
Associate Professor of English, IGNOU
Publisher: Authorspress: Publishers of Scholarly Books
New Delhi (India)
Here is a poet who seems to be impressed by the genius of Dostovisky, the great Russian novelist, the most famous critic of his age, who said, “Do you yourself know what you have written”. And here is a collection of poems, that captures the essence of human beauty, a poet desperate to discover “a newer world and /rediscover herself/ in the lap of nature,/ full of beauty, magic, on top of /the hill where one can enjoy/amalgamation of music /with the blow of the breeze /and flow of the cloud.” And this beauty of nature she rediscovers, cherishes and enjoys at home, as she discovers on the top of hills, near the seashore, and also among the moving clouds. Nandini Sahu’s poems revolve around the themes like love and death and their various manifestations of fear, joy and pain and she pours out poetry “that oozes from the secret chamber of the heart.”
The poems in this collection explore the personal and poetic identity of the poet where her personae is the protagonist. The collection starts with ‘Poetry-III’ as poetry I and II had been placed in her first two poetry collections. ‘Spring, the Step Child’ is a wonderful poem. ‘My Home’ is another beautiful work. Her home is the place where she was given more than she could ask for, where dancing peacocks, grazing camel, chirping birds give her tired soul a soothing balm. In her poem ‘War’ she calls war an exercise in futility. The war itself is a problem, so it can’t be a solution for the problems of the world.
Some other beautiful poems in the collection are ‘That Foot’ ‘If you Remember, Mrityunjay’ and ‘Can I Start Living Now’. ‘Who says the death is the only truth’ is a very philosophical poem where the poetess promulgates in favour of a life full of action:
Death stands at a distance
all day all night, smiling, unblinking,
like that picture under the staircase.
Are you waiting for the last bus?
Do you know, the sands are slowly
rolling through the gaps of your fingers?
Tighten your fist. You are enlightened to
pick one – the coffin or a life of action.
From one birth to another, augment the civilization.
Does your laugh tear your shrunken lips?
Open your wardrobe, cover the breast of the poor,
apply on your lips the balm of a millennium’s rebellion.
Who says death is the only truth?
See, your body of fog is still seated on the throne.
You still shine in the firmament of stars.
Dr. Mohammad Saleem
Associate Professor, Arabic Studies
School of Foreign Languages
IGNOU, New Delhi;