Sunil Sharma
(Maharashtra-India)
Ph. 0251-2231888  <drsharma.sunil@gmail.com>


The Song of Caliban

You usurped my island,
Prospero,
--- ejected from his kingdom
And betrayed
By his close kin---
My universe
And enslaved me
And continually cursed,
Calling me animal, a deformed man,
My mother was declared as a dangerous witch,
You called her a sorcerer,
While your spells were all
Art-white
But very pure and positive
And benign.
I told you about my natural place and showed you all
Its wealth,
You dislike my way of representation
And imposed your tongue
On me,
Renaming native objects, things
In words of an alien lexicon.
Ariel sang songs dulcet,
To win his freedom from you
As your collaborator and ally
Doing your bidding by raising
The Tempests,
While I decided to curse you instead
As a radicalized dissident,
Cursing you in your tongue,
For making me, Hark---
The legitimate heir and natural
King/emperor to the
Exotic island,
Winds free and powerful,
And the seas blue
Foaming
And frothing
Producing windy symphonies
And darker nights and fatal fears
Among invading sailors in big ships---
A tormented helpless slave to you
And to your abhorred magic.
You have confined me to a rock,
But,
Let me tell you,
Your magic and arts,
Can not
Prevent me from
Retrieving my tongue,
My island,
And,
My lost real arts.

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(Published in Kafla Intercontinental - Jan-April 2014)

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