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f9488a8cf8 Even in that dark and the damp night poet could find a ray of positivism in his father who tried his best to lower his mother's turmoil. The beauty of the poem lies in that the mothers comment lands the reader quite abruptly on simple, humane grounds with an ironic punch. But they show endless concern if something happens to somebody in their community. Absolutely original and unique. When we read the beginning of the poem we feel the narrator recollecting the memory of a cursed night of his past when his mother was bitten by a little black monster. poem next poem Night Of The Scorpion - Poem by Nissim Ezekiel Autoplay next video I remember the night my motherwas stung by a scorpion. Social Media Home Poems Poets Member Area Quotations Poetry E-Books Submit a Poem Christmas Poems Love Poems Baby Poems Death Poems Sad Poems Birthday Poems Wedding Poems Nature Poems Sorry Poems Hero Poems Poems are the property of their respective owners. In fact, the poem is about the pertinent question as to what can conquer evil.
Full to the brim with Indianness, it captures a well-detached black and whitesnapshot of Indian village life with all its superstitious simplicity. Ten hoursof steady rain had driven himto crawl beneath a sack of rice.Parting with his poison - flash of diabolic tail in the dark room -he risked the rain again.The peasants came like swarms of flies and buzzed the name of God a hundred times to paralyse the Evil One.With candles and with lanterns throwing giant scorpion shadows on the mud-baked wallsthey searched for him: he was not found.They clicked their tongues.With every movement that the scorpion made his poison moved in Mother's blood, they said.May he sit still, they saidMay the sins of your previous birth be burned away tonight, they said.May your suffering decrease the misfortunes of your next birth, they said.May the sum of all evil balanced in this unreal worldagainst the sum of goodbecome diminished by your pain.May the poison purify your fleshof desire, and your spirit of ambition,they said, and they sat aroundon the floor with my mother in the centre,the peace of understanding on each face.More candles, more lanterns, more neighbours,more insects, and the endless rain.My mother twisted through and through,groaning on a mat.My father, sceptic, rationalist,trying every curse and blessing,powder, mixture, herb and hybrid.He even poured a little paraffinupon the bitten toe and put a match to it.I watched the flame feeding on my mother.I watched the holy man perform his rites to tame the poison with an incantation.After twenty hours it lost its sting.My mother only said Thank God the scorpion picked on meAnd spared my children. And in a poem that deals with the all-conquering power of love, the reader too should be well aware of it. But on the other, the poem never fails to highlight the positive side of Indian village life. rationalist.. poem next poem Comments about Night Of The Scorpion by Nissim Ezekiel Bakuli Bhakali (3/10/2015 12:50:00 PM) I like Night of the Scorpion by Nissim Ezekiel. Or do they? One cannot totally ignore the underlying current of love and fellow-feeling in their endeavours. He performed his rites and tried to tame the poison with an incantation.
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