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Clearing the Cactus Wall

In the sixth edition of 'Bards of Resistance', read the powerful poetry of leading Gujarati poet and Dalit activist, Raju Solanki

Raju Solanki|Jul 06, 2017, 15:01:11 IST

Editor's Note: Naked display of dissent straddles the boundary that separates fear from revolution. For India's Dalits, this proclamation of dissent has assumed many forms, both passive and combative. It has mutated over the millennia before BR Ambedkar prodded the word Dalit into mainstream consciousness, and transformed anew since then. Some things have not changed — songs remain the sinew of Dalit protest in almost all its configurations. And the lyrics that sew these together continue to serve as a manifesto of resistance. The poems in this series, drawn from Tamil, Telugu, Kannada, Bengali, Gujarati, Marathi and curated by Krupa Ge, founding editor of The Madras Mag, represent the prosody of contemporary Dalit literature. They are accompanied by Chennai artist Satwik Gade's illustrations.In the fifth edition of 'Bards of Resistance', read the powerful poetry of leading Gujarati poet and Dalit activist, Raju Solanki. He is the author of Mashal, a collection of poems and several other works, including Bhimwani. Raju is the President of Jati Nirmulan Samiti and has contributed greatly towards solidarity of all oppressed groups, women and minorities. More recently, he successfully led a movement for Right to Education and Land acquisition for Dalits. The poem presented in this column has been translated by Dr GK Vankar.

It was my intention to take poetry really to Dalit people. And so I, along with several others, recited poetry in chawls of cities and villages. In keeping with taking my work to the masses, my street play, Bamanvad Ni Barakhadi (Alphabet of Brahmanism) ran hundreds of shows all over Gujarat in the wake of the anti-reservation agitation in Gujarat in eighties. In this column, read my poem, Vado.વાડોએણે વર્ષોથીવાડામાં જીવવાનીમને ફરજ પાડી છેમેં કદી એનો વિરોધ નહોતો કર્યોઆજે સમયના શિલાલેખ પરમારી ઉચ્છ્રુંખલ અભિવ્યક્તિઓ આલેખતી જોઈનેએ કહે છે, ‘તારી કવિતા એક વાડો છે’હું અપલક નજરેએના ચહેરા પર વિસ્તરેલાથોરનાં ઝુંડ નિહાળું છું.થાય છે:કમસે કમ હું રણ હોતતો એનો ઉચ્છવાસ મને આટલો દઝાડી ન શકત.ને વાંઝણીનાં મૃગજળમારી કૂખમાં ઉગાડી શકતઅથવા તો ઝેરી દુર્ગંધયુક્ત દૂધ હોતએની નસોમાં બેરોકટોક વહી શકત અનંતકાળ લગીને બધાંનું લોહી લાલ હોવાનાક્ષણભંગુર પુરાવા ઉભા કરવાની માથાકૂટમાંથી બચી શકત.પણ હું બન્યો માણસઉન્નત મસ્તકઆકાશ અને પૃથ્વી વચ્ચે ફેલાયેલાશૂન્યાવકાશને ચીરતો અવાજજેના રુદનથી એ ભય પામ્યોને હાસ્યથી ક્ષોભ.વાડાબંધી સામેની મારી લડતનેએ પડકાર સમજ્યો પોતાના અસ્તિત્વ સામેનોને ફરી મને વાડામાં પૂર્યો.થોરનાં ઝુંડ સાફ કરવા ઉઠેલા મારા હાથનેહવે હું કેમ કરીને કહું,’ માણસને ખાતર તું જરા થોભ?’[imgcenter]

[/imgcenter]An EnclosureHe compelled me to livein an enclosure.I never opposed him.Today when he watchesmy rebellious expressionson the stone inscriptions of time,he declares,“Your poetry is an enclosure.”Unblinking,I peer at the cacti spreadingon his face.I thinkIf I were a desert,then his hot breath would not be able to burn me so muchand I would be able to growthe barren’s mirage in my loins.or if I were a poisonous milk,I could flow in its veins for time immemorialwithout any obstaclesand could spare me the labourof finding provisional proofsthat all human blood is colour red.But I became a human beingwith high heada voice piercing the void spanning the earth and the skywhose cry terrified himand laughter embarrassed.He considered my struggle against enclosurea challenge to his existenceand again locked me up in the enclosure.Now how to tell the handthat has risento clear the cacti bunches,“For the sake of humanity, stop!”

Translator’s note: This poem talks about how society isolates a section of humanity on the basis of caste. Historically, for centuries this oppression was tolerated unopposed. The equality of all humans is natural, there is no need to find proof for that. The dalit call for equality surprises and laughter at the naivety of claims of supremacy embarrasses the oppressor. With growing assertion, unrestrained criticism of the tyrannical traditions is inevitable. This is perceived by oppressor as a challenge to his very existence and he accuses the assertion itself as a separatist attitude. The poet warns that in this attempt to remove the discrimination, the oppressor may suffer.Dr GK Vankar has translated this poem from the original. He is a Professor of Psychiatry. He has translated Gujarati Dalit literary works in English as well as Hindi. He has also translated Jayant Parmar’s Urdu poetry, Inkpot and Other Poems, and BN Vankar’s Gujarati Dalit poetry, Overbridge. His translations have appeared in literary journals such as Indian Literature and Muse India, and Shared Mirror. He has created several blogs on selections and translations of Dalit poetry from Gujarati and Marathi languages. He was the editor of biomedical professional journal, Archives of Indian Psychiatry of Indian Psychiatric Society.

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