| Shiv Kumar Batalvi |
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Page 4 of 6 Any healthy child experiences love-stings like Shiv and dreams love dreams like he did, but every child cannot be a poet. In the lines that are attributed to this side of Shiv-s creation there is the show of an irksome mockery. Every effort had been made to present him as a love-torn lover; as a half living, babbling corpse of love-s treachery. True to his creators he was expounding all his life a love-lost theme, which was not, his own but was someone else-s. He was never allowed to grow up beyond this slippery, muddy stage of deception with alcohol and tobacco in his body and love-potions in his mind. But Shiv violently protested against this utter subjugation. In his -Main to Main- he says:- -O mere sirjko Tan de trashanhar butkaro Tuhadi wansh wich hun bal nahin 1k swal jamna si Jida uttar wi moran ton Tusan sabna sen sangna si Te jad men oodri thup nen Mere jungle choun langna si Taan bhuldi sabiyata men Shaher de moran to khangna si He had tried to find himself in his own self. Similar effort has been made again and again in -Loona-. I feel sure that as time passes on people will try to find out more of the philosophy of his life butt at the occasion of the first national meeting that is being held in London to remember Shiv. |
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