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
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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
LET US FORGET
He lost his parents In communal riots But he forgot it!
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
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
Sang yodels a romantic bard On his love’s round buttocks Few years afterwards Rued at those skin-sacks
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,
Who killed whom? How many died our men; their men? Crushed flesh and bones
I too like to take revenge On those who hated me Badly treated me Berated me and grated
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!
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
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MY DARK NIGHTS
At the distant verge of the horizon
Slowly submerging is the weary Sun
With reddened face
Bidding grudging adieus
To his day long drudging
Brooding over mandatory next come
I stood there staring at Him
I wanted to say “don’t depart”
In an automatic reflex
I lifted my right hand aloft!
Nay! He didn’t stop! I wept!
As feared reemerging are my
Horror-ogres, with creepy insurgence
A dirge from distant mountain range
Barged inside my fragile core
With harrowing clangour
Oozing out acid-reminiscenses
From burrows of my bruised ...