Biography of sathya narayana
I am a postgraduate in Law. I practised as an advocate for a couple of years and joined Government of India services in 1984. Presently working as Deputy Supt. of Salt. My passion for poetry has been since 1987. Of and on I wrote poems. Now seriously. I feel that a poet has a social responsibility and his works must positively influence the populace.
MYDAVOLU VENKATA SESHA SATHYANARAYANA
Address H.No.307-b, Pavani homes, Tekkemitta,
Nellore, Andhra Pradesh, India
Awards Won Editor’s choice award for the poem
Our housemaid’s daughter, from
www.enchantingverses.com. Won first prize
for poem farewell from www.p4poetry.com
books (1) Golden lotus, (2) Plastic faces and other poems and (3) WHEELS
Occupation Working as Deputy Superintendent of Salt,
Govt. of India at Nellore
Other information My poems were published in a no. of web magazines
and in printed journals like Metversmuse, Poetsinternational, Rock Pebbles etc.
Philosophy Presently translating Audi Kavi Sri Valmiki’s SUNDARA KANDA (Part of Srimad Ramayana) into classical English verse. The same is being published as a serial in a spiritual monthly printed journal called SAPTAGIRI, published by T.T.D., Tirupati.
One says there is ‘NO’ God
One shows the skies
And says ‘YES’
And jokes one clever modern
“I WISH He is there”
As one who’s neither a Leftist
Nor a Rightist
Nor even a go-in-between
In every YES, NO, WISH and CONFUSION
His visage with glowing beams
And mocking grins
sathya narayana's Works:
GOLDEN LOTUS, PLASTIC FACES AND OTHER POEMS, WHEELS
sathya narayana Poems
My Dark Nights
At the distant verge of the horizon Slowly submerging is the weary Sun With reddened face Bidding grudging adieus
ANTS’ QUEUE A demon garbed as human Raped a lame and naive woman
Closed eyes too can see Visuals on heart-easel Tight lips too can speak In eloquence expressive silence
MOTHER’S PLAINT Smoke pipes are sprouting Far and wide like iron saplings Spiking through her tender flesh
Let Us Forget
He lost his parents In communal riots But he forgot it!
What is in life……so great? Hard times arrive to hurt With no notice prior Fortunes! So promiscuous!
A Date With You
You ask me: what I expect Well! It is just a ‘date’ While the abetting inky night Writing down a tasteful menu
Hereafter they live again Not by the names They were christened when born But by the names
Die Another Death
Do you feel the sweltering heat? Emanating from my slow burning heart! Do you hear that dernier cri? Made by my moribund mind!
Freedom At Midnight
At the stroke of twelve; midnight we earned freedom! Well! We did it! We waited, waited, waited, waited we waited not just six hours for dawn,
We are two friends of oppugnant thoughts I’m of thorough religious mind and faith And he; an authoritative dialectician Yet of one inseparable yoke we are
Who killed whom? How many died our men; their men? Crushed flesh and bones
Sang yodels a romantic bard On his love’s round buttocks Few years afterwards Rued at those skin-sacks
I too like to take revenge On those who hated me Badly treated me Berated me and grated