Genre Poetry. Page - 227
this poem is about my nephew cayden whos turning eight months old in march this is a dedication to him
BIO-DATA
Name MYDAVOLU VENKATA SESHA SATHYANARAYANA
Address "H.No.307-b, Pavani homes, Tekkemitta,
Nellore, Andhra Pradesh, India
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E-mail mydavolu@gmail.com
Phone 0
Writing poetry since 1987
Awards "Won Editor’s choice award for the poem
Our housemaid’s daughter, from
www.enchantingverses.com. Won first prize
for poem farewell from www.p4poetry.com
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Books published Three anthologies of my poetry were published so far, viz.(1) Golden lotus, (2) Plastic faces and other poems and (3) WHEELS
Occupation Working for Government of India as Deputy Superintendent of Salt.
Other information "My poems and translations were published in a number of web magazines
and in printed journals and poetry anthologies like Metversmuse, Poetsinternational, Kafla, Kavya Bharati, Rock Pebbles etc.
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Latest endeavor My translation of Sri Sundara Kanda (The 5th Canto of Srimad Ramayana) is being published as a serial in SAPTAGIRI a spiritual monthly journal published by Tirumala Tirupati Devasthanams since July, 2011. The same will come out as a published book very soon.
Philosophy "One says there is ‘NO’ God.
One shows the skies
and says ‘YES’
while jokes one clever modern
“I WISH He is there.”
As one who’s neither a Leftist
nor a Rightist
nor even a go-in-between
I visualize
in every YES, NO, WISH and CONFUSION
His visage with glowing beams
and mocking grins.
"
Winter is a mysterious mistress, she can be cold and dangerous, but she also be inviting and warming. You never know what you'll going to get.
This poem is about how people feel when they wish they were they're shadow or when they feel that they're invisable.So maybe you know how people feel when something bad happens.
this poem is all about love and losing someone you cared about. it also tells about how they used to work together.
Never let life get you down. No matter how low you may seem you can always go up no matter what. It may seem bad at first but you can always look up.
Half or more of this world knows what its like to not have a father around, even if he is still alive. Whether there was a divorce, he just left, or he was hauled off to jail this is how they are left feeling.
Just a poem I wrote.
I rather like it.
Do you?
And yes I know.
I've shamelessly posted it all over the internet.