The poet in Narendra Modi emerges in 'Letters to Mother' (Ld)
Time tiptoes out of the room
Sometimes,
It spreads like a rock
On my chest
Weighs me down with its burden
I wasn't aware
That time has thorns
It pokes and pierces
Bruises and bleeds this heart
Sometimes
Time is fragrant too
And gently, smoothly passes by
Exits without remnants of aroma
Without touch, without signs!
Man has forever trapped time
Within the hands of the clock
Assembled it in small
Structures and machines
And yet sometimes, somewhere
Time must feel restricted......As a young man, Narendra Modi had got into the habit of writing a letter to the ‘Mother Goddess', whom he addressed as ‘Jagat Janani', every night before going to bed. The topics were varied: There were seething sorrows, fleeting joys and lingering memories. But every few months, Modi would tear up the pages and consign them to a bonfire. However, the pages of one diary, dating back to 1986, survived, and are now available in English for the very first time."In my opinion Narendra Modi's strength as a writer is his emotional quotient. There is a raw intensity, a simmering restlessness which he does not disguise and that is his attraction," said Bhawana Somaaya, who has been a film critic for almost 40 years and has contributed columns to various publications.An author of several books on cinema, Somaaya was awarded the Padma Shri in 2017. "Letters to Mother" is her 17th book.
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