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Literally every husband (whether rank rotten or caring) would relate to this
                poem.  The  things  that  pull  husbands  to  another-the  craving  for  someone
                who is other than the better half prescribed for him. The illicit desires that

                they can’t help and it’s human. The sensitivity with which he can draw a list
                of virtues of the wife, and yet it never is enough.
                Another poem close to my heart is ‘The malady of love and its remedy.’
                Most poets make anti-war statements by just stating poetically that war is a
                bad thing- he takes the entire gamut- the freedom of speech, the horror that
                is war, the wounded and the infirm. He talks of today’s horrors, that with all
                the legislation passed, gays are still outsiders.
                “Those who don’t agree are removed through surgical strikes.
                Those that still don’t perish are tortured every day in public
                in a specially designed semi transparent semi hydro tube of
                heat sensitive Krotium Collodium alloy that can heat up
                the virus from Minus 2 K to K plus plus in one minute flat
                thus eradicating it forever with no chance of reincarnation.”
                The hitting line in the poem is

                “Love, therefore, is medically treated as
                an inherently undesirable condition in any human.”
                You either get his poetry or you don’t. And if you do, you are shaken by
                something from which you aren’t likely to recover soon.
                Those who think that the poet is all about erotica or sexual rawness just to
                titillate, do not get his poetry beyond the surface. In his talk of sex there is
                rawness – a hurt coming from trying to find himself, of incomplete loves, of
                trying to make sense of a world that has forgotten how two people should
                connect.Somewhere he writes about her breaking his heart- so he took it to
                another. And this is the crux of N. Ravi Shanker’s book- love that is broken
                and also about transference. Love that makes a comeback and works on
                the damages. Half bodies are made whole with acceptances.

                Such an apt poetry book title. ‘Kintsugi  by Hadni’ is in the end all about
                embracing damage and the dark.
                As Ray Bradbury said “When a man talks from his heart, in his moment of
                truth, he speaks poetry” That is N. Ravi Shanker and his fifty-five poems for

                you – a man talking from his heart, in his moments of truth.

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