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EARTH AN EPIC
Even by bloodshed, which is indefinably superior to gold
Dreams did not become realitiesOnly 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**********
24 hours of distance lies from sun to sun
only two hearts of distance lies
from human being to human beingThe sky opening up its pink folds
flying itself in the winds of dawnLook! How many riffles of distance lies
From village to war-Seshendra Sharma
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GORILLA-5
We enter a chapter in history when facing life
Is a greater problem than facing death. And a still more
Frightening problem that we should all join together and sing
Laurels to the life doled out to us.
In my country a dead body narrates better about life than the living.
What can a ship, moving on even keel upon the sea tell us
About the depths and dangers of the ocean or the character of waves?
We should only ask the wrecked ship, washed off to the shore,
To know the real story-Seshendra Sharma
O poet, dont hang your so soon to the wall like weapons after war,
Be ready with the biggest of your guns, the sikharini metre or
Sardoola metre. Whet your words on the stone properly
And keep them ready for singing the impending epic. Find out
How many guns distant is your enemys chestIf your voice thunders glasses and windows
In his chest should rattle. These are not days when you
Feed his dreams; these are the days when gorilla is
Dreaming hungrily for him.
Though chains have gathered heavily around the feet,
Flags have filled the sky in millionsSeshendra Sharma
GORILLA-8
My friend your sky is swallowed by Amasya;
on the crossroads times is scattering its excrements on the statues;
Atleast cover the bodies of those voiceless figures with your torn
Rag, they are helplessly shivering in bitter coldGanges was once a goddess, then became the road of boats,
And finally an irrigation canal flowing into our fields. Your see
In the hands of time even gods change their formsBrother, we may all be drowned today in the river,
But remember a day is bound to come, when the river itself
Will be drowned in the seaI know, another world is breathing in your brain, if your heart is good
Books will blossom on your lipsIf you should lift your foot, in what
Countries you cannot set it?
When are working do you know, how
Beautiful your hands look,
The strength and beauty of how many ideals dazzle
In your eyes. If you grow, all these palaces, assemblies, and
Academies will not measure up to your waist;
If you decide, you can unchain and leave all the canals
Into those millions of hungry fields. You can release onto yours
Country all those Apsaras that were imprisoned by the demon
Kalidas in his pages.
I shall see that day with my own eyes
And then one morning swallowing all the colours of the world,
Die and fly becoming a little memory.
GORILLA IS SESHENDRA SHARMAS MODERN INDIAN CLASSIC PUBLISHED
IN 1976, WHEN INDIA WAS PASSING THROUGH THE CRUEL TIMES OF EMERGENCY
IMPOSED BY INDIRA GANDHI
Seshendra Sharma
Letters Seshendra
---------------------I.
A problem indeed what an irremediable problem I am faced with. It is a feeling
of a whole country hurting me then, where to run for refuge? A person who acquires
complete consciousness of all climes and conditions of human existence is the very
person most hurt, not the common man who has not developed this cursed
consciousness.
Evil has been haunting the world despite many men of action who rose
up against it.. In all times and in all centuries thinkers, crusaders, honest and truthful
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men were humiliated and persecuted. Despite this historical threat. I cannot change
you see.
11.I shall pass on to the aspect of what my philosophical eye perceives in the poet and
his tools of work.
Poetry is a struggle between language and human experience. Poet the chosen
medium to express the local experience of man on earth is an eternal; adventurer
scaling to the peaks of expression while the language which is the product of common
people and pedestrian experience and which alone is available to the poet in
his adventure. keeps failing him. It is on these struggles of the poet that the
common language arrives at levels of sublimity in the expression of higher
experience.
The growing understanding of life by man is not merely the effect of external
experience gained by age but in truth a gradual flowering of ones own soul.
When the flower of the soul blossoms and its fragrance begins to waft on the
breeze, an attempt to bring it under one division of other of creative art as
romanticism, classicism, surrealism, or any other ism is too much of a gross approach
to too subtle a thing which transcends, the mere physical plane of human
experience. No attempt at a formal denomination of that state of creation can ever be
successful.
Each emotional and intellectual stress of each instance of intense experience that
I pass through, is a step higher in my mountaineering of poetic peaks, for, I look
upon things around and things within thereafter, only from that level.
-Seshendra Sharma
To be continued.....
Seshendra Sharma
ODE TO CHAITRA*
When ever the season of spring comes
crowds of poets in the sub-continent
gather truck-loads of mango-groves and cuckoos and
cram them into their pagesMy experience is another
Did you ever see the cycle of time?
See! I will show the sequence.
The wind entered the branch;
a rain of old leaves fell on the earththen sitting on the naked branch the cuckoo sangThe branch beamed with new leaves
it is the neem tree in the front yard of my house
it saw me and laughedThen on its branches fell a rain of stars
I ran to catch some of those starsthey are not the twinkling stars of the sky.
Their fragrance unparalleled
by that of any flower in creationThe lavishness of the scent of the new flowers
intoxicated meMy thoughts got vanquished.
I stood like an innocent boy
before the neem tree.
I too grew little little branches
with twinkling star like flowers on them.
Then the neem tree took me into its armsIf experience is a reality
for the deity of illusion
then dream is its templethe monks say that
illusion and reality are differentis it true?
Is metaphor an illusion?
Think, think and think .
-----------*Chairtra is the first month of spring in the Asian Sub- continent
-Seshendra Sharma
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