Biography of Seshendra Sharma
An Indian poet Prophet
Visionary Poet of the Millennium
Rivers and poets
Are veins and arteries
Of a country.
Rivers flow like poems
For animals, for birds
And for human beings-
The dreams that rivers dream
Bear fruit in the fields
The dreams that poets dream
Bear fruit in the people-
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The sunshine of my thought fell on the word
And its long shadow fell upon the century
Sun was playing with the early morning flowers
Time was frightened at the sight of the martyr-
- Seshendra Sharma
Seshendra Visionary poet of the millennium
October 20th,1927 - May 30th,2007
Parents: G.Subrahmanyam (Father) , Ammayamma (Mother)
Siblings: Anasuya, Devasena (Sisters) , Rajasekharam(Younger brother)
Wife: Mrs.Janaki Sharma
Children: Vasundhara, Revathi (Daughters) , Vanamaali, Saatyaki (Sons)
Seshendra Sharma better known as Seshendra is a colossus of Modern Indian poetry.
His literature is a unique blend of the best of poetry and poetics.
Diversity and depth of his literary interests and his works
are perhaps hitherto unknown in Indian literature.
From poetry to poetics, from Mantra Sastra to Marxist politics
his writings bear an unnerving print of his rare Genius.
His scholarship and command over Sankrit, English and Telugu Languages has facilitated
his emergence as a towering personality of comparative literature in the 20th Century World literature.
T.S.Eliot, Archbald Macleish and Seshendra Sharma are trinity of world poetry and Poetics.
His sense of dedication to the genre of art he chooses to express himself and
the determination to reach the depths of subject he undertakes to explore
place him in the galaxy of world poets / world intellectuals.
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Seshendra Sharma is a colossus of modern Indian poetry. He is recipient of the central Sahitya Academy Fellow ship, the highest honor in the literary world of India reserved for immortals of literature. This site presents the essence of the millennium in poetic form. Seshendra’s literature is a unique blend of the best of poetry and poetics.
In his 1840 feature entitled' the hero as poet’' Thomas Carlyle defines a poet’s role gloriously. Carlyle maintains that the poet-prophet speaks to the noble, the pure; thetype for all times and places. Seshendra sarma, the rebel poet of Andhra Pradesh is an example of such an Indian poet-prophets, the'spirits Fierie', who drive the dead thoughts over the universe like withered leaves and quicken the birth of a new, better tomorrow.
Seshendra sarma, born in 1927, is a coastal Andhra product. A highly educated and conscious poet with a marked academic and bureaucratic profile. But it is not his visibility in seminar circuits and academic circles that has endeared him to the Andhrites-To Andhrites-and those other Indians who read him in translation-seshendra sarma is the Revolutionary Poet Prophet. His poetry celebrates the clarion-call of resistance.
Seshendra: Visionary poet of the millennium
Seshendra Sharma is a colossus of modern Indian poetry. This site presents essence of the millennium in a powerful poetic style. Seshendra’s literature is a unique blend of the best of poetry and poetics.
-MY COUNTRY MY PEOPLE-Modern Indian Epic
MY COUNTRY MY PEOPLE-Modern Indian Epic is Seshendra Sharma’s magnum opus. This long poem has given a new sense of direction to the contemporary Indian poetry. This Epic has placed Indian poetry on the world map of literature.
Seshendra Sharma's Works:
Seshendra Sharma Poems
The Burning Sun
I am the drop of sweat, I am the sun Rising from the hills of human sinews Hearts are my friends I live in the city of sufferings
Tree A Cathedral
Is the flower the Archbishop of a cathedral Called tree? Squirrels, birds and insects visit Its branches like compelled consciences
The Curvature Of Mystery
Bereft of leaves, the naked branch That spreads onto our balcony Is the curvature of mystery Which poses the question eternally
A Poem: In Delphi (1987)
Here the sea is caught in the mountains and the wind in the olives the bird suspended in the sky of joy for a moment, like eternity
Turned Into Water And Fled Away-19
I am a wandering gypsy vulnerable to all beauties These beauties attempt to throw a net over me. Afraid that some nameless season of flowers might trap me,
Earth An Epic
Even by bloodshed, which is indefinably superior to gold Dreams did not become realities- Only fools do not know that evolution also is subject to evolution-
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.
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 cold-
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 cold-
Ganges 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 forms-