Reviewed By B S Tyagi It contains 59 and 46 poems respectively composed in varied moods and at different moments feeling passionately. Most of the poems show poet’s sensitive heart and his sincere restlessness to speak for them. The poet garbs his emotions in simple and lucid language. The poems are full of pains and sufferings and struggles of the ordinary people we come across in day to day life. It shows the poet’s deep concern and sensitivity. The poet Abu Siddik is rooted in the soil. He does not live in ivory tower. His approach towards life is pragmatic. He
i am a Marxixt and I have built a sweet home with tatas who with military forces destroyed adivasi villages in Kalinganagar. i am a Marxist and my home is built with bricks made of blood red of tender limbs. i am a Marxist and my children hate vernacular, low lands and plains, and dream of inhaling pure air of Canada, Texas, Bristol, New York, Chicago. i am a Marxist and I never raise my voice for the rights of adivasis, muslims or other outcastes and I collect plods to renew the old walls of status
A gifted versetile writer who writes excellent stories and poems on the invisibles, pariahs, margins, aged, weaklings of our society. A rising star on the literary firmament.
“Your story Undersell left me with a lump in my throat, so did your poem, He also lights candles.”
"A finely honed observational piece recording the minutiae of everyday life. Rendered with the author’s customary poetic aplomb suffused with a Borges like quality of the mythic."