Can you make out -Jima Joseph

 The poem ' Can you make out' by  Kumar Vikal focuses on the  pain and issues   common people had to go through during the communal riot. The poem  begins with many questions.The question was quite relevant in those days.

             The poem asks these following questions. Seeing the blood splattered on the road can you make tell whose blood it is by smelling it? There is a Tiffin- carrier half hidden on the road, can you tell to which caste he smell belongs to? There are blood stained clothes, worn out shoes, broken cycles etc Can you tell to which nationality do they belongs? Mother who is waiting for ther daughter from the school without knowing that she has been killed. Can you find out the creed of those tears? And do anyone know the the inner meaning of the cries who was deeply wounded that are in hospital? The poet knowns the blood - stained clothes belong to the Weaver, the blood belongs to those people who ply bicycles to their offices. But the author don't know the creed of the tears of the mother . He doesn't know the meaning of the inner pain. The poet wants us to be light of lamp of peace. The poem coveys that the caste, creed, religion, nationality and beliefs are the  boundaries that created by humans to supress the common life and their happiness

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