Marine Corruption – Repetition


Book Review:

CL Khatri. Corruption in the Sea. Bareilly: Prakash Book Depot, 2006, pages 72, Price Rs. 60 / -. ISBN 81-7977-164-4

CL Khatri has been encouraging volunteers in new English skills such as editor, critic, reviewer, and student. I thank him for making good use of Cyber ​​Literature, a two-year English language journal, to highlight a number of brand names from Bihar and Jharkhand. Kargil (2000), his first series of 42 poems, re-established his reputation as an Indian poet.

Corruption in the Sea is Khatri’s second series of poems 54. It is amazing to grow so fast in his words: “I walk on the street / naked like a baby with the fountain of my life.” One can hear the wonder in his words and his choices in poems such as’ Pitrivin ‘,’ Brahm-bhoj ‘, Brindawan’, ‘Summer’, ‘Professor Saheb’, ‘Winter’, ‘Bapu’, ‘Culprit’, and ‘Carry Crow’. Their rational reasoning did not answer the questions that troubled him poetry after poetry. They feel insecure for everyone:

“Every morning when I go out

I pray for Dashanan to borrow one chapter

As part of the break

If I am beheaded, I will use it.

If I survive, I will repay. “


Khatri may sound “crazy” by comparing the well-known politics of Bihar’s retreat, but he is not a failure, wearing a “mask”. It is an understatement, an affirmation, and a critic, when it invites critics and opponents to discover the true humanity of human beings:

“You feel sorry ous to see.

Our buffaloes are riding, riding on cattle dust

On our return home is the return sun

Naked, unsightly hair

Rustic language, home full of

Seeds, stalks, dead leaves …

Do not cover your nose with perfume

Let your nose smell. You will feel better

They are the feathers of our life. “


Sounds like a myth, underscoring the importance of Gaya (?) On the redemption of sins and the final release:

“If you don’t have four shoulders

Taking the body to the crematorium

Turn to us, that we may dwell. “

In his ‘Hangover’ I hear the words of OP Bhatnagar in the postmodernist vein. They seem, like everyone else, tolerant of “hawala” and “ghotalas” who hear or read about them every day:

“Crying still goes through my veins–

cold winter rocks

I continue with my morning routine. “

(‘Morning Tradition’)

CL Khatri’s latest collection continues to reflect on Kargil and other issues in the country today: natural disasters (‘Life and Death’, ‘Bhuj’), poverty and politics (‘Mirage’, ‘Mama’s Cry’, Bapu ‘,’ Tears’ ), environmental degradation (‘Culprit’, ‘Bus Ride’), occultism and racism (‘Tabij’), terrorist politics (‘English Ghost’, ‘Karbala in Grief’) and many more, but here the poet is realizing form. Some of his poems are not read as naturally as others. Sometimes I think he didn’t need to use as many Hindi words as he could have avoided using French elan vital in

‘Doll’. Yet the poet’s poetry paves the way for Khatri ‘to become a powerful voice in the 21st century. Corruption in the sea is relatively rare and inexpensive.