Samarendranath Mahapatra

Samarendranath Mahapatra Poems

1.

Quite alone
in my room,
the whole day passed away.
...

2.

Where, in which shrine
I shall quest you?
There where paint of walls
weathers, stone slips,
...

All through the yester night
flowers whispered on
river banks,
stars joy-gathered,
...

Waves are very busy
kissing the lips of beach.
Beach is occupied
tressing pearls from sea.
...

It is not possible to tag
relationship with word
If you can collect the flowers
of gloomy season, which I have
...

The trains don’t arrive;
the signals don’t drop.
On the iron rails.
the python is gone to sleep.
...

The night yawns
on the overbridge
like a python in the dark,
someone is looted under the bridge
...

Throughout the day, the rains.
Where shall I go?
...

What shall the paper boat
speak of its pain?

Over the nights,
...

10.

All are in wreck: The hills in an earthquake.
The bird's nest in the storm.
The anchor in the sea's mighty waves.
The pinnacle has fallen off the temple.
...

11.

It is difficult to say how words come and go,
how they speak, how they sing,
and how they hold you tight
in the secret expanses of the mind.
...

12.

From infancy to the graveyard
You are always close to me
Yet why are you so hatred
Oh my sorrow so obstinate!
...

13.

Had I ever thought
I would be so lonely?

I had an memorable fame,
...

The Gypsy moves
from shore to shore
with a thirty desire.
...

Footsteps are seen
on the zigzagging road.
Dry shadows spread out
from the emptiness of the sky
...

In order to meet my hunger;
see how have I
Reached near your hunger.
...

I have come out of the caves.
There is a strange darkness
which takes off everyone's clothes
across the town.
...

How can we let you go, Mother!

When the earth is crying
in the eyes of the starved million,
...

I have no consumerism.

As a lone struggler I am
I know where the shoe pinches
...

20.

I will compose a poem
If you give me a pen
and a piece of paper,
it is not like that.
...

Samarendranath Mahapatra Biography

SAMARENDRANATH MAHAPATRA Mr. Samarendranath Mahapatra is a well-known Odia Poet and writer who has been writing since 1980. His poems have been published in all the leading Odia magazines and broadcast in All India Radio, Cuttack and telecast in Bhubaneswar Doordarshan. To date he has eight collections of poems: 1. Mauna Abhisar,2. Uttirna Abatirna,3. Eka Eka Bikramarka,4. Kalikala,5. Sabda Samagra,6. Nayaka,7. Kabita Sarajibana and 8. Bisanna Nadeera Teere. He is also very prominent in Children's Literature. To date he has written six books for Children.3 story books- 1. Ek Dui Tin,2. Agadam Bagadam,3. Anabana Gapa, and 3 poem collections for children- 1. Janama Mati Dake,2. Nali Gulu Gulu Sadhaba Bohu and 3. Maja Maja Kabita. He has also edited compilations such as- 1. Beparua Badshah,2. Sahityara Sambhabana,3. Prasanga Aprasanga and some others. He is the founding editor of JHARKA, a literary periodical in Odia. As a writer he has received several awards including the State Youth Award for Poetry (1996-97) , Travel Grant awarded by Sahitya Akademi (2000-2001) , Prajatantra Bisuva Milan Award (1983) , Sanskruti Mitra Award (2012) , Suresh Balabantarao Culture Award and many more. He is recognised as a film critic and attended several film festivals including IFFIs. Some of his poems have been translated into English and Hindi which are published in 'Indian Literature', 'The Telegraph' and 'Samakalin Bharatiya Sahitya'. He has also written Lyrics for some Odia Films and music albums. Some of his books on film and culture are on the verge of release. He is now studying on Tribal Culture-Music and Songs. So Jhumar songs are now under his keen study. Now he is the recipient of Senior Fellowship, given by Ministry of Culture, Govt. of India. Corresponding Address: Editor, JHARKA (Literary magazine) , Samar Graphics, Sahadevkhunta, Balasore - 756001 Phone: 09439291277,09337837767 (Cell))

The Best Poem Of Samarendranath Mahapatra

Alone

Quite alone
in my room,
the whole day passed away.

The whole day I spent
reading books and letters
plucking the blooms of memories.
Within me the whole day
I lost myself.

No one ever comes
in case they come I forbid them
swaying a red flag
in front of my small window
But yet, the traffic jam
of dreams.

Why do I dream
at dawn, too write poems
and still come to meet
with the flowers, the butterflies,
why do I direct the twittering birds
to go deep into the solitude that lies?

Why do I hurry
at dark midnight
to tell all of my sweet soft feelings
to the stars and the moon.
Why do I touch with my finger tips
the half-broken guitar
and the whole night
with grief I quaver?

I don't know, not at all
the reasons of all that happens.
If I'd been aware of it
would I come to be
such a homeless in my house
won't I be able to identify
with them, other than me! ! !

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