Significance of the title, “Can you make out”. - Sidharth G Kumar

The poem by Kumar Vikal, titled “Can you make out”, is a direct criticism on the communal atrocities committed in the name of religion, caste and beliefs and the effects these acts have on the people of the society at a large. The title itself is of the rhetorical kind, with the poet asking the readers if they are able to understand or decipher the meanings behind the various atrocities being described in the poem. The poem as a whole further explores the question raised by the titular question and attempts to provide suitable explanations for it but ultimately ends showing our inability to even attempt to justify some of the more heinous deeds and their consequences. The literary work holds a mirror up to society and its inability to understand that the only real sufferer in this pointless conflict is the common man, who in the race to find his daily bread and conquer his dream, happened to stand out in the eyes of his assailants.

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