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DR. SANJUKTA
DASGUPTA Poet, Critic, and Translator
ADDRESS:
E-mail:
sdg81@cal2.vsnl.net.in
ILLUSTRIOUS
CAREER:
Distinguished scholar
and Head of Department of English, Calcutta University, Dr. Dasgupta has
had many of her articles, poems and translations published in reputed
journals in India and overseas.
Her publications
include 'The Novels of Huxley and Hemingway: A Study in Two Planes of
Reality' and 'Snapshots'.
Recepient of various
important Fellowship
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Shame
On my seventeenth
birthday My mother gave me a silk saree The soft swish of the silken
pleats The shimmering, seducing cloth Caressingly clung to my lissom
limbs Shielded my ripening bosom from hungry stares.
The saree folded me
with care I folded myself into the saree Till years later I suddenly
saw My legs were lost alas Shrouded in five metres of graceful
cloth- Draupadi's textile trap!
"Shame" is the
glutinous lotion Clogging the woman's breathless pores Stepping out
of textiles Stripping to be herself at last She is the sky-clad
dusky Kali Shining rapier in uplifted arm.
A garland of skulls
round her neck The dark woman warrior In tempestuous rage Flings
off the shame-shielding textile Night-shawled Kali on the
kill- Woman Terminator annihilating shame-enforcing demons.
Where oh where are my
legs Those strong, long limbs That made me race through the
fields Playing with the gusty spring wind Climbing guava
trees Perching in the comforting hollow of a banyan tree.
Now enfolded, slowed,
shackled in cloth Lifelong imprisonment of shameful vulgar limbs I
hide and seek lifelong. Saree shackled woman Crippled but with limbs
intact-
Waits and waits and
waits For that midnight hour Of metamorphosis- I am now stark
dark Kali With flying tresses Unbound.
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