Introduction of the poem
It is being seen that some writers(my honour to them), recently feel irresistibly fascinated to the life and wild nature of Jharkhand having little acclimation or acclimatization to the life and nature of of this ancient Hilly and Wild earth. I am the son of this soil. Here Love prevails and l love my cradle.
Call of Life
Wild love rains in Jharkhand when the Rain God heralds his arrival. Woods with the winds, hills with the clouds and streams with the showers fall in love as violently as the tuskers of the Dalma mounds wage war to conquer the briskest of their young sweet hearts.
Why then, Dulali Mejhan will stay at home?
Over there, at the foot of that hillock,
Hiron Soren is ploughing with a couple of furious buffaloes under a yoke. The rain,
like Madeira, has maddened him too.
Carried away by the 'Jungli' smell of the wet earth, and being desirous for the black, mud- smeared body of Hiron, she steps out of her hut, drenching herself in the shower, wobbling up and down the ridges of the field until Hiron comes rushing to her and holds her up and embraces her with his arms as a black python hugs 'lovingly' a black beagle.
Now the plateau is inundated with rain dense, love wild, emotions amorous. Hiron and Dulali are swept away by the deluge of irresistible outburst of passion - they are the incarnations of Adam and Eve.
They bring about that desire that makes the barren Earth impregnated with Life and make this gifted planet animated for ever.
Civilizations perish but woods and hills, rivers and fields, Hiron and Dulali are undying, immortal, imperishable. Love creates Life and Life creates Love .
Hail to thee, Love and Life !
Dulal Bandyopadhyay,
3/2/'22
Revised and republished.
16/11/2024.
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