Earth an Epic
Even by bloodshed,
which is indefinably superior to gold
Dreams did not become realities
-
Only fools do not know
that
evolution also is subject to evolution-
* * * *
When the earth is ploughed with a plough
Only then it becomes a country
When the earth is ploughed with a quill
Then it becomes an epic
If it is not ploughed either with a plough or quill
It is merely just merely earth-
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24 hours of distance lies from sun to sun
only two hearts of distance lies
from human being to human being-
The sky opening up its pink folds
flying itself in the winds of dawn- Look !
How many riffles of distance lies
From village to war-
-Seshendra Sharma
http://seshendrasharma.weebly.com
posted by Saatyaki S / o Seshendra Sharma @ 3:37 PM
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At December 21, 2004 at 1:23 PM,
Saatyaki S / o Seshendra Sharma said…
A WILD WILLING VICTIM OF BEAUTY
He calls poetry an adventure and believes multiplicity of languages in India is the root of all social evils.
In fact, for immensely –respected Telugu poet, critic and scholar gunturu Seshendra Sharma, love for poetry and nature, and concern for the problems in society have been the driving forces in his five-decade-long literary career.
“ I am a victim of beauty-it chases me like a hunter chases a wild animal. But I walk into its trap willingly as I experience a strange pleasure in it incomparable to any other.’ The sahitya Akademi award-winning poet says about his inspiration for writing poetry.
Widely-traveled poet Sharma is credited with the revival of modern Telugu poetry, and his Munday Suryudu (Burning Sun), Rakta Rekha (Arc of Blood) and the Magnum opus Naa desham Naa Prajalu (My country-My people) are treated as bench-marks of modern Indian Poetry.
“The unknown beckons the searcher with its beauty, but it is doubtful whether he is successful in capturing it fully though it exists every where.” Mr. Sharma
a former Civil Servant, says about his source of inspiration.
“If you do not seek anything and do not sharpen your eye, you will be left gorging only the familiarities,” he told a audience at a Sahitya Akademi programme recently.
Relating how he draws his inspiration from the mundane, Mr. Sharma says, “Once while going to the airport in Madras I saw a woman dressed in rags with a naked child in her arms, begging on the roads. And I wrote: the child in the womb/better it remains in the womb in our country/otherwise, if it cries of hunger/ people will show it the way to the footpaths and not to the fields.”
His love for nature and corresponding concern for the deteriorating environment is reflected in another of his poems, written once again, during his journey through a forest by road.
It says, “Chased away by the human Bazaar, silence fled to the hills.. I measure the forest with a song of a bird or with a melody of a meandering brook.”
Called a rare combination of a poet and critic, Mr. Sharma was born on October 20th, 1927 at Nagaraajupadu in Nellore District of Andhra Pradesh.
He translated Mathew Arnold’s version of the Persian epic Shahnama into Sohrab
His first collection of prose poems “Shesha Jyotsna” came out in 1972 in telugu6 and English bilingual edition.
Then in 1974, came Munday Suryudu and Rakta Rekha, which created a stir in the Telugu literary world for their erudite and pro-profound expressions. Both are now considered classics of modern Indian poetry.
Next year he came out with Naa desham Naa prajalu which has been hailed as landmark by poet-critics like ali Sardar Jafri, Virendra Kumar Jain And Dr.Vishwambharnath Upadhyay.
He won the Sahitya Akademi award in 1994 for Kaala Rekha (Arc of time), which, incidentally, is not a poetry collection but comprises 25 critical papers presented in seminars on topics like ancient drama, comparitive literature, classical poetry and modern writing.
Upadhyaya once described Mr. Sharma thus, “ He is not a mere medium of the age, but the architect of the spirit of the age.”
While another litterateur-critic C.N. Sastry said, “ His emergence is to be hailed as a significant landmark in the history of modern Telugu poetry.”
Sharma who has visited many countries including Greece Germany, Mauritius, Madagascar, Kenya, France and Italy, believes, “ Poets want to cross the barrier of languages, I cannot tolerate to be referred to as a Telugu poet- a poet is a poet in a any language
Incidentally, Sharma is a proponent of one common language in India, which once spoken by, he believes will solve most of the socio-political problems of the country.
Why so many languages, select one language for the country.” He says in his poetic innocence, and refers to the e biblical story of the Tower of Babel. “ Unfortunately, in our country people are too much in love with their respective languages.”
“ Man is superior to language, but he now is being dominated by the latter,” he says adding “ but do not misunderstand me.”
-Uttapal Bhorpujari
The Pioneer
Daily News paper
New Delhi: 14th December
At January 11, 2013 at 3:12 PM,
Saatyaki S / o Seshendra Sharma said…
PARDON ME FATHER
I could not rescue him from the clutches of that nymphomaniac and vampire. There may be an exception or two but an average Indian woman desires from the depths of her soul that her husband should live long and she should pass away before him. She performs prayers and fasts on auspicious days for this purpose. She in spite of being 3years elder to him did away with my father in a planned and premeditated manner and I was a silent and helpless witness to it. He suffered 1st Heart attack in November 1997. Cardiologists performed angiogram and advised open heart surgery. Because there were blocks in vessels and one valve was damaged. But she successfully thwarted it and without my knowledge or informing any one got angioplasty done in Mediciti (Hyderabad: AP; India) her plan was to do away with him and live long, and establish herself as his wife through his books. He was succumbing to her blackmail. My overwhelming hunch is that she was threatening him with social insult and humiliation if he parts ways with her. Between 1997-2007, she played football with his body. He used to be hospitalized every now and then with swollen body and heart pain. Because of damaged valve pumping was impaired and water used to accumulate in the system. Every time I used to force her to hospitalize him. He used be in ICCU for a couple of days and recover marginally. After each visit to hospital he was getting debilitated gradually. He was put on wheel chair. He was virtually under house arrest. He was not allowed to speak to friends and family members. Visitors were kept away. He was taking Lasix (Tablet: is a diuretic that is used to treat fluid accumulation, caused by heart failure, cirrhosis, chronic kidney failure, and nephrotic syndrome.) to flush out water accumulated in his body. This creates a painful dilemma in me whether my interference in his health matters was just. As his son it was my moral duty to protect him. But I sometimes feel if I were not to interfere she would have put him to death long ago and thus he would have escaped from physical and mental torture quite early.
Towards perhaps end of the month of March she withdrew medication. He got swollen suddenly and that condition continued till the last day i.e. 30th may 2007. Each time I visited I used to tell that witch to take him to hospital. But after a couple of visits I got convinced that she made up her mind this time to do away with him. I requested a bastard who was feigning to be a friend of mine, who incidentally happens to be a legal luminary of this region to send a doctor friend to that place and ascertain the exact condition of his health. But of no avail.
I kept on telling him to come out of that place and lead a normal and healthy life. Her blackmail gained an upper hand and I lost in my efforts to restore health to him and bring him back to civilized society. O God pardon me for not being able to outmaneuver her machinations. Pardon me father.
Saatyaki
S/o Seshendra Sharma
saatyaki@gmail.com
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