sathya narayana, M.V.S.'s Page

Real Full Name

M.V.S.Sathyanarayana

Literary Pen Name

sathya narayana

Nationality

Indian

Languages

English and Telugu

Country of Origin

India

Country of Residence

India

City of Residence

Nellore, Andhra Pradesh state

Biography

I am just an Indian working for Government of India. Earlier i worked as a lawyer in Nellore courts. My poetic jourey, though had roots, really started growing since last three years. I opine that poetry or any literature shall have social use and poets have social responsibility.

Bibliography

no published bood yet.

Poem #1

LIVE LIKE LOTUS
My eyes haven’t become glass balls
They well; when they see dolour
Of deprived churls; blood curdles
Somewhere deep from the entrails
Bursts out aloud, a painful shrill

People sneer; call me a fool
“This world you can never overhaul
Reconcile! Mingle with evil
Learn the art of survival”
These are morals from grass blades
With winds in tune they waggle
But I wish I live like lotus
Born and dwelling in filthy pool
I still fight the surrounding foul

Poem #2

PLATONISTS

Where is Sun? Where is Lotus?
At His advent; she shyly blossoms
When He left; she shrinks in gloom
So weird are the ways of Platonists
Neither a caress; nor a sweet talk
In umpteen orgasms they always bask

Poem #3

SUPER SAVAGE
I hunt only when hungry
Once full, my belly, I leave
The remnants for beasts sundry
Neither I crave, nor I save
For morrow; that’s not in my diary
Bipods alas! Call me savage
To them killing is a joy crazy
For currency, power and prestige
Outrageous this is! Oh Almighty
Give us too some language
To fight out this nasty publicity
Let lions create a new adage
To end mean human supremacy
That “human means super-savage”

Poem #4

ODD POET

Sang yodels a romantic bard
On his love’s round buttocks
Few years afterwards
Rued at those skin-sacks

“Love, nature and beauty!
Is this all real poetry?
All these evanescences
And earthly fetish”
Wondered an odd poet
Wavering in the spoils
Of struggling third world
Weighing his penchants

All his senses aching
Soaked in lamentation
Of his own kith and kin
The poor and downtrodden

From his trembling hand
Slipped his mighty pen
From esoteric heights
Down to the earth and said
“This soil is my text, my quest
As well, my blank note sheet
Where all my letter-seeds
I wish to sow and harvest”

Poem #5

WE DEFY BARRIERS
I am a doctor!
Nay! May be a miner!
Some call me a burglar
And some as scavenger

I cut open your hearts
To see exists what
In that hidden crate
I cave into your minds
Thieve into your thoughts
Be there precious jewels
Or dirty black coal
I dig out to show the world
Their true colors
And I rob you of your sleep
If you are a hypocrite
Or a crafty cat
Bare you out in street
And tell the rest
To quit your kind of trait
And lo! If you are a pious soul
I low and bow before you
Give my life in whole
As an oblation to your ideals

After all I am a poet
With a multipronged weapon
In my strong hand
I don’t mind you call it
A scalpel or a shovel
A sword or a broom
I call it a pen
Sweeping and moping clean
Dirty streets of my nation
I even dare into whole world
Every nuke and corner
And declare in valor
“Poets have no barriers”

Website #1

http://www.poemhunter.com

Website #2

http://www.museindia.com

Website #3

http://www.p4poetry.com

Website #4

http://www.poetsagainstwar.com

Website #5

http://www.poetry.com