Tuesday, April 09, 2013

A KNOCK ON MY DOOR


A KNOCK ON MY DOOR

           

A simple knock on my door and I wish it were you,
A single tab or a clap and I run to see it is who?

            I break through my books pining for your looks,
            I set on the hinge’s knob to turn my wishes true!

I look aside my side and beside my every side,
But find each side blank and a shock to my wounded pride.

            The dazzle of eyes shades my shabby sighs,
            It smashes some veins within and I hear the silent cries.

This cry is of the pain that begets at once in vain,
I know you hurt me not still I wrench like slain.

            The cracking of one’s hopes is like breaking of golden Rome,
            Like shattering of battering domes and burning an orphan’s home.

My hopes did shatter as such I turned to twist my toes,
I fell upon my bed like a dead who lost his life for a Rose.

            A moment I passed or two sieving the blued hue,
            And shaking my head for I not had opened the door for true.

But at once is there a knock again on my door by the lock,
Now should I open the door or should I remove the lock….?




(Composed on 26 November 2011 @ Agartala) 

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

WAKE MY INDIA WAKE (A POETIC DRAMA)


WAKE MY INDIA WAKE
(A POETIC DRAMA)

Major Characters

Mr. Science



Mr. Elite



Four Common Men



Two Students/ Doctors



Two Simple Men



Mr. Teacher



Mr. Lover



Ms Beloved



A Poor Man


Minor Characters
Mr. Rich Man’s PA



Some Passers-by



Four Men

 
Act – I
(Scene -1)

(Sound of bombs and bullets and also of clapping.)
[Enters Mr. Science]

Mr. Science:   Good morning to you all my dear ladies,
                        And you all my cute smiling babies,
                        And also my learned gentle men,
                        For your high level thoughts and your high level brain.

                        Science is my name,
                        And you all know my fame,
                        The king of this world
                        And the god as same.

                        From land to sky,
                        You can travel soon and high,
                        Through computer internet,
                        You can share truth and lie.

                        Eyes to the blind,
                        And legs to the lame,
                        I have brought health to all,
                        You men and you dame.
                        Cancer and T.B.,
                        And epidemics like hell,
                        I cure for the sure,
                        And need not any bell.

                        You can marry in space,
                        On Mars and the Moon,
                        And love your wife,
                        In my cozy little balloon.

                        The wide world today,
                        Is a global little village,
                        It is all due to me,
                        And your furious-curious craze.

                        I give you power and money,
                        If you worship me and love,
                        But I hate you poor peasants,
                        If you sit idle like a dove.

                        The fittest will survive,
                        And will perish the lazy men,
                        With this I bid adieu,
                        And I give you right to reign.

                                                [Exit Mr. Science]



Scene – II

(Sound of a car. A rich man appears heavily dressed up in coat - pant and tie, pen-drive in the pocket, mobile in one hand and lap-top in the other. A gaudily dressed girl is also with him. A poor man is begging for food. The rich man kicks him and gives him nothing)

Mr. Elite:       (Taking away his mobile from his ears)
                                    Millions and billions on my foot,
                                    See my imported car, my suit and my boot.
                                    Science is my master,
                                    My god and my guide,
                                    He has made me rich,
                                    And all man’s pride.

                                    I have divorced my wife,
                                    And enjoy with my friend (kisses her)
                                    My parents live apart,
                                    Whom nothing do I spend,
                                    I hate poor men,
                                    Who suffer and who beg,
                                    I kick them on the road,
                                    When they hold thus my leg. (kicks the beggar)

                                    Humanity and morality,
                                    I detest from my heart,
                                    Money is all to me,
                                    And nothing more I chart.

                                    Poor rustic farmers,
                                    And dirty village men,
                                    Are dragging world back,
                                    And are nothing but a stain.

                                    Wipe them all out,
                                    And give me their land,
                                    I’ll cut all the trees,
                                    And a factory I’ll stand.

                                    Synthesized food I’ll make,
                                    And replace Bengali rice,
                                    I’ll make brandy for water,
                                    And beer of every choice.

                                    Am I not witty,
                                    Intelligent and wise,
                                    Don’t I have mind,
                                    To thrive and to rise?

[Exeunt]

                       
(Scene - III)

(Some six – eight poor working men are sitting and talking together. They all are workers from far off remote areas. They are sitting together on a bench. Some of them are smoking, chewing tobacco while some others have taken a third class liquor in their hand.)

Mr. Common Man – 1: Last day I sent,
                                    Some money to my mom,
                                    And tomorrow it will reach,
                                    In the morning to my home.

                                    I thank for this to Science,
                                    A thank a lot again,
                                    I have talked my wife and child,
                                    Living so far on the plain.
           
Mr. Common Man – 2: Yes my dear you,
                                    Absolutely you are true,
                                    In village I was a beggar,
                                    And here I work on crew.

                                    Science has given me job,
                                    Cloth, water and food,
                                    It has also given me wine,
                                    To drink to fresh my mood.

Mr. Common Man – 3: Here you drink wine,
                                    And your wife is ill at home,
                                    You send her money today,
                                    Or prepare to see her tomb.

                                    Science makes wine,
                                    But it asks not to drink,
                                    It is you who misuse Science,
                                    And vainly curse and sink.

Mr. Common Man – 4: (Smoking cigarette)
                                    O come let’s enjoy,
                                    Blow tensions in smoke,
                                    No one is here to check us,
                                    You weep or you joke.

(All start smoking, chewing tobacco and drinking wine together. They are laughing without reason like mad men. Enter two students)

Student - 1:                O my dear uncle,
                                    Brother, friend and sir,
                                    You throw this dirty water,
                                    And come with me to swear,
                                    Not to use in future,
                                    This coloured water – wine,
                                    Or death will check you all,
                                    I can see the shining sigh.

Mr. Common men: You go away you rogue,
                                    You teach not my part,
                                    Or you come and share the drink,
                                    And pleas today your heart.

(Two of them catch both the students by their hands and force them to drink wine. One man blows smoke on their face)



                                   
Student – 2:                Leave me, leave me,
                                    Leave me please I say,
                                    I hate smoke and wine,
                                    You leave me please I pray.

                                    You will repent I am sure,
                                    In future for this deed,
                                    You will die suffering Cancer,
                                    And from nose you will bleed.

Mr. Common man - 3: O leave friends you leave,
                                    You leave the poor child,
                                    He is right at what he says,
                                    You please turn not wild.

(He comes to rescue and lets the children go. They also leave the stage smoking and drinking again.)


Scene – IV

(Some men are passing. One man feels thirsty. He looks around for water. Soon he finds a tap beside the road. He quenches his thirst but leaves the tap open. His friends ask him to close the tap.)

Mr. Simple Man – 1: You must close the tap,
                                    After you wet the throat,
                                    You save water today,
                                    Or you’ll suffer tomorrow a lot.

Mr. Simple Man – 2: Who cares this all,
                                    Plenty of water we have,
                                    You drink, bath or wash,
                                    You need not to save.

(They pass leaving the tap open. A learned man passes through, with a book in his hand. Perhaps he is a teacher.)


Mr. Teacher:             Save water, save water,
                                    I teach daily in school,
                                    But no one cares at all,
                                    I think all are fool.

                                    This open tap has made,
                                    A drain beside the road,
                                    Many must have passed,
                                    But none a care bestowed.

                                    Well, let me hide and see,
                                    Who closes this tap,
                                    My students will now pass,
                                    If they close I’ll clap.

(He hides himself and starts observing each passer-by. A pair of lovers appears singing a song)

Mr. Lover:                 O baby come to me some day
(song)

Boy:                O … O ….. !!!
                        O baby!
                        O … O..O.. O Baby!!!
                        O baby come to me some day

                        Monday morning
                        Tuesday night
                        Wednesday misty
                        Thursday bright
                        Friday, Saturday
                        Or Sunday just say … say… say…

Girl:                No .. no! no no no no no no….
                        I will not come any day

                        Monday mummy
                        Tuesday daddy
                        Wednesday Kittu
                        Thursday doggie
                        Not Friday, Saturday
                        Nor Sunday then say….say…. say… say

Chorus:          O baby…….
                        No… no…
(end of song)
Ms Beloved:               O my dear sweet,
                                    Let’s close this tap,
                                    It is wasting drinking water,
                                    And creating muddy mishap.

(The boy stops her and drags her towards him)

Mr. Lover:                 O leave my jan and love,
                                    You care not for the tap,
                                    Just sit near my heart,
                                    Or sleep under my lap.

Ms Beloved:               Water on this earth,
                                    Is scanty now you know,
                                    If you don’t save it today,
                                    Tomorrow it will low.

                                    Our children and their grand,
                                    May not see water at all,
                                    Can you see them dying in bits,
                                    At an age very small?

                                    Insurance you do for them,
                                    And buy flats and car,
                                    Then can’t you give them water,
                                    To save them from the char?
                                   
                                   
Mr. Lover:                 O my darling jan,
                                    You have opened today mine eyes,
                                    Lo here I close the tap,
                                    And decrease my son’s cries.

(The teacher comes out from his hiding and closes the tap before him)

Mr. Teacher:             Many men have passed,
                                    Including my school boys,
                                    No one cared this tap,
                                    But all showered annoys.

                                    I’m glad with you my babe,
                                    And with also my dear you,
                                    You keep saving water,
                                    And save the world true.

                                    Come let’s swear today,
                                    And let’s swear all,
                                    That we’ll save drinking water,
                                    And won’t waste it at all.

(Some passers-by. The pair of lovers stops them.)

Ms Beloved:               Listen to me you all,
                                    And let’s take an oath,
                                    That we’ll save water on earth,
                                    And never be a sloth.

All :                             Yes, I swear, I swear,
                                    I swear again with mirth,
                                    I swear to save water,
                                    And save water on earth.

(The girl looks towards the audience pleading)

Ms Beloved:               You also swear sirs,
                                    And ma’ms and friends all,
                                    Swear to save water,
                                    And not to waste at all.

All:                              Yes I swear, I swear,
                                    I swear again with mirth,
                                    I swear to save water,
                                    And save water on earth….
                       
                       
                                                                   Scene – V

Sound of ambulance
(Some men bring a patient to the hospital. These are the same men from scene III. The one who was drinking and smoking and had caught the boys by their hand is lying on stretcher. The same boy has become a doctor. He is to cure the patient who is suffering from cancer and is lying on the death bed.)

Mr. Common Man: Doctor, doctor, save his life,
                                    Save his body and save his soul,
                                    Help his children, help his wife,
                                    Give him life, I touch your sole.

Doctor:                       Stop, stop you crazy men,
                                    Let me see and let me check,
                                    (Checking up the patient)
                                    Oh! Cancer is his enemy’s name,
                                    And he is on his dying wreck.
(All amazed faces change into gloominess. Looking on all standing men)
                                    In his death and himself,
                                    A tiny gap I see,
                                    He’ll suffer a lot on bed,
                                    If death does not him free.
(All start sobbing)
                                    Please don’t weep I say,
                                    And listen with care now,
                                    I’ll try to save him best,
                                    But will try if only you vow.

                                    I remember you people all,
                                    Drinking – smoking one day,
                                    And as a child when I stopped,
                                    You abused me and did say,
                                    To share your drink with you,
                                    And smoke the dirty page,
                                    I had escaped with my life,
                                    And became a doctor in some days.

The Common Men:    We also remember,               
                                    Your cute innocent face,
                                    We curse us for that sin,
                                    And praise your merciful grace.
One Man:                   You treat our friend and save,
                                    We swear never to drink,
                                    Never to smoke in life,
                                    And never in brothels shrink.

All:                              Yes we swear never to drink,
                                    And never to drink in life,
                                    Never in brothels shrink,
                                    And never betray our wife.

Mr. Doctor:                (Towards the audience)
                                    You also swear sirs,
                                    To drive Cancer and Aids,
                                    And swear you dear ma’ms,
                                    You babies, boys and maids.

All:                              Yes we swear never to drink,
                                    And never to drink in life,
                                    Never in brothels shrink,
                                    And never betray our wife.
[Exeunt]