Biography of Bishnupada Sethi
Received his professional education from the National Institute of Technonolgy, Rourkela in the branch of Mechanical Engineering and then master's degree in Industrial Engineering from the National Institute of Industrial Engineering, Mumbai, India. He joined the Indian Admininistrative Service and worked as District Collectors of Sonepur, Nuapada and Rayagada districts. He also worked for the United Nations Development Programme and other assignments successfully. Presently, he is the Director, Census Operations for the state of Orissa and working under the Ministry of Home Affairs, Govt. Of India.
Poetry is a passion for him.
Bishnupada Sethi's Works:
An anthology of poems, 'Where Shall I Go! '- 2005
Bishnupada Sethi Poems
I love you; She loves him; Everyone is in love with some one or other.
Eyes closed, I extend my arms. Unknowingly, I go back in time and space.
Just A Walk Away
How do you feel When almost everyday You hear someone you knew, Lived together at some time
Fairy In The Garden
In the garden on lazy grass A fairy was chatting with her mates. At her sight, The flowers began to bloom,
Forces Of Life
The restless stream, Flowing on an untamed path, Tears the chest of the valley And is in an unknown hurry.
The Winter Night
The winter night Covered with the thick blanket of dews, Waits outside my window Hoping to get the first glimpse of the Sun!
The Old Banyan Tree
The mighty banyan tree on the road side Sitting like a solitary chronicler Has risen above the ground by a hundred feet, Since decades ago
Everything passes into that Devouring, swallowing mouth: Dear, beautiful things get digested Not known where these go.
From Dream To Reality
I need to dream To lift my senses, So I dream, To lighten up with new experiences in mind,
I Have Gone To Sleep
I have gone to sleep Unaware of the things around, My face bears no expression The body is quiet like a stone.
As I Cry!
Someone wants to talk from within In the language of unknown, About wounded and soft feelings And its’ voice fail to reach any one.
I Wish To Cry
The past has long since slipped out, Only remain its traces in my memory; The pale images and known events Appear before me in a slide show
The avalanches in my memory Appear in flashes; The events from past to the present Roll down in slides
My World Of Spirits
My world is a world of spirits The way to salvation being my tribe; I dare not defile it, For my tribe is the temple of God.
My World Of Spirits
My world is a world of spirits
The way to salvation being my tribe;
I dare not defile it,
For my tribe is the temple of God.
I bow before my tribe
Everything of which, I never can see.
We obey the dictates of the spirits
Coming to us as unwritten laws,