Harp of India

Harp of India Why hangst gravitational constant lonely on yon shrunken bough? Unstrung for ever, must thou thither remain Thy euphony once was impertinent who hears it now? Why doth the breeze take a breath over thee in vain? tranquillise hath bound thee with her fatal chain Neglected, reserved, and sodding(a) ruse thou, Like ruined memorial on desert plain O many a hand much worthy far than mine erstwhile thy harmonious chords to sweetness gave, And many a wreath for them did Fame entwine Of flowers still blooming on the minstrels grave Those hands are low temperature but if thy notes divine may be by mortal wakened once again, Harp of my country, let me strike the accentCritical appreciation The Harp of India total heat Louis Vivian Derozio The Harp of India by H L V Derozio is a patriotic song that pays a historied gift to the liberal tradition of the finesse of Indian song which conveys the poets deep anguish at the decline of the age of old cunning under the slavish shackles of British supremacy. total heat Louis Vivian Derozio was born in Calcutta now Kolkata. His father was Indo-Portuguese and his become English. Though Derozio had very little of Indian blood in him, his upbringing in India keenly inspired in him Indian themes and sentiments. Derozio is generally regarded as the maiden Indian to write in English.Derozios poetical carrier was very short immutable only for about six years. Derozio, who held great promise as poet, unfortunately had untimely death at the age of 23 when he was still at his prime. He is modern Indias first poet to furnish expression to his patriotism in verse, the first to sing of Freedom, the first to contemplate an clever renaissance for an ancient civilization finished with(predicate) a juvenile perception. In the poem The Harp of India the poet Derozio- an ardent admirer of Indias voluminous heritage, culture and tradition- laments the decline of the fat tradition of Indian lit erature during the check of British domination of India.The British imperialism gain the Indian poets listless and they found energy inspiring to compose literature chuck out the misery of the nation. The poet Derozio pays a rich tribute to the Indian writers of the past who had enriched the Indian literature with their classic and enduring literary kit and boodle and then expresses his wish to revive and rejuvenate, through his reduce poetic efforts, the richness and renown of Indian literature. The poem is in the nisus of a sonnet. Sonnet is a lyric poem of 14 lines with definite rime scheme.Usually a Sonnet is divided into eightsome the first eight lines of the poem and sestet the remain six lines of the poem. In the Octet of the Sonnet the poet presents a problem and then tries to sole the problem in the sestet. Derozio makes a frail deviation in the tradition social system of the Sonnet that the Harp of India is divided into twain equal divisions of seven lines e ach. However, he follows the thematic pattern of the Octet and the sestet with the creation of the problem the decline of Indian poetic tradition and its resolution its revival through his humble poetic efforts.The poet Henry Louis Vivian Derozio refers to the rich art and tradition of Indian poem as the iterate of India. The poet commences the sonnet with a rhetorical question as to why the brilliant tradition of Indian poetry lies neglect proneness a broken harp hung on the leafless and withered differentiate of a tree. He questions whether the art of India poetry which during the period of British domination of India was just about dead, must remain in this press out of coma forever, like an unstrung harp.The poet recollects that the put up of Indian poetry was once rich and glorious like the sweet melodies of a harp. Now that variant is heard no more as the present generation provide no inspiration to the imaginative minds and hearts to revive the tradition of con sciousness stirring poetic art. The breeze blows over the broken harp of poetry without draw any melody from it. The prevailing conditions of the time have compelled the poets and the poetic inspirations to remain mute as if bound by the fetters of silence.The art of poetry thus lies neglected, silent, and abandoned like a ruined monument in the vast wilderness of the deserts. The poet then recollects that the art of poetry, in the hands of poets of greater learning ability than his own, had produced unique achievements, the way a trained musician produces enchanting music with his harp. The remarkable works of poetry brought for their creators accolades and wreaths of appreciation. The poets belonging to the glorious period of Indian poetry elapse to survive long after their end like flowers that continue to bloom on the graves of the poets long dead.The poet laments that the poets of literary wizardry of the past now lie cold in their graves and the once celebrated poetic art lies abandoned. However, he expresses his desire to revive the dying art of poetry of his country with his humble poetic abilities and make the skies of Indian literature reverberate with melody of poetic art just as a musician of a new generation revives a tradition of music with a musical instrument that had for a long period dwelt in limbo and obscurity.