Gorakh pandey biography of abraham

Screamed after stabbing a knife:
Har Har Shankar
Screamed after stabbing a knife:
Allah-o-Akbar

After the screams died down
What remained
Was a knife
And flowing blood

This time, the riot was huge
The rain of blood was ample
Next year the crop of votes will be good.

— Excerpted from 'Riots', translated by Saudamini Deo

It was right after stepping out into the hot and humid afternoon from my father’s somewhat cooler apartment in Patna that I’d first read the startling poetry of Gorakh Pandey.

It was like stepping out into a hot and humid outside from the cooler, isolated spaces of my mind.

Born in 1945 in the village of Devariya in Uttar Pradesh, specific details of Pandey’s life are somewhat hard to come by but one can piece together a tentative mindscape of the man who spent his life obsessively fighting against oppressive structures of power, making him live on in the collective memory as