Biography of Ratnakar Rout
I love literature, in particular the poems.I am a bilingual poet, a storyteller and an essayist.I write in my mother tongue 'ORIYA' and in 'ENGLISH'.Usually my essays are based on poetry and present social issues.I am an ameture writer as my proffesion is something else.But creative writing is my passion.I have been writing poems etc. for last thirty years in spite all my other engagements.During this long period, I have written around 800poems,50 shortstories and many essays which are published in different periodicals and journals.Six poetry collections, three shortstory collections and one book on essays on poetry have been published so far by different publication houses.I love literateurs, poets as my family members and find pleasure and utmost satisfaction in their company and also interacting with them.I would request earnestly to all fellow members and guest visitors to read my poems and offer their valuable comments and suggestions so as to encourage and guide me for writing more and more better poems in future.I do not create poetry rather my innerself compels me to write down something at times and that is what the poetry is for me.
Ratnakar Rout's Works:
1.BISARNA PHAGUNA[ANTHOLOGY OF POEMS IN ORIYA]
2.ABASANNA APARAHNA[ ANTHOLOGY OF POEMS IN ORIYA]
3.SARISRUPA O ANYANYA KABITA[ANTHOLOGY OF POEMS IN ORIYA]
4.PUNASCHA SAMUDRA [ANTHOLOGY OF POEMS IN ORIYA]
5.TUMA TUMA BHABA[ANTHOLOGY OF POEMS IN ORIYA]
6.SHABDA [ANTHOLOGY OF POEMS IN ORIYA]
7.MICHHA BISHWASA [ANTHOLOGY OF POEMS IN ORIYA]
8.PRATIMA O ANYANYA GALPA[STORY COLLECTION IN ORIYA]
9.BOUDI[STORY COLLECTION IN ORIYA]
10.SHESA CHITHI[STORY COLLECTION IN ORIYA]
11.KABITAR KATHA[ESSAYS ON POETRY]
Ratnakar Rout Poems
The septuagenarian woman was seen from the den Peeping outside through the dilapidated fence It could not escape the eye of the curious journalist Who immediately proceeded to the shelter of the old lady?
My destiny has left me alone As a lone pedestrian In the midst of a solitary desert I am eagerly thirsty
Angel Of Peace
They were bought from the market Like cattle, dogs, horses, cats And other domesticated animals But unlike them they were not the pets
Mob rush every where Entice the onlookers Swelling up Crowd in the sands
Confusion is the seed of relation When relation grows It breeds confusion Only when one becomes
I Am Not That I
I am not that I You saw the day before A new man I am born each day With a day break
Love Is Blind
To avoid my loneliness I am in love with you I do not know If you reciprocate
Like the first dropp of rain Touches the earth The touch of some one Touched some where in
Act Of Him
In one fine morning When the Sun was rising at the Eastern horizon The sky appeared stained with
Sound Of Words
When an untouched is touched By the sound of words A volcano erupts A flash flood overflows
Now a day every body tells You are looking pale A shadow of grief has shaken you What is the reason of sorrow?
A poor lady when could not clear up Two rupees debt of a shop owner Her husband was brutally strangled to death After a brief altercation with the shop keeper
Feelings At Death
Just before breathing the last breath What one can ponder over? He may recollect the ugliest encounter He had with his foes
Is It The Way
A Jawan deployed to curb insurgency was abducted and later on found brutally strangulated by the insurgents The mutilated body was seen deserted in the desolate jungle path He was the lone earning member of a poor farmer's family
Merry Go Round
Who knows the longevity of the earth?
May be million of years have passed.
Million of years still to cover
Span of life on earth is like a tiny dot
As if a pebble on the shore of time.
One who starts from a point?
Unconsciously reaches to the
Same point again