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Being A POET AT HEART I know the pains a poet bears for being a poet at heart. It is more difficult than Shiva's act of bearing venom in one's thought, for poetry is like water flowing pure river; if it is stagnated it would not just endure oneself but also the truth, for poetry is the natural form of truth. So poetry has to flow, it should not be besieged by constraints of any kind. My story of poetic metamorphosis is no different from others; it first started as a hobby, then turned into a more serious theme. Frankly speaking I tried out poetry just to show how different , how extravagant am from others. My father helped me a lot to extract the creativity out of me. And my first poem was published in ""THE HINDU" ",YOUNG WORLD. |
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There's the beautiful valley Its fine and flowery The sun is peeping into it While the wind breezes slowly My heart speaks of its glory. |
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Prior to that an article under the columns " UNFORGETTABLE EXPERIENCES" in the same news paper. And by this time I was fully geared to write some short stories. My favorite writers are Shakespeare, Kalidas. Then an immature story occurred to me : "IN THE 21st CENTURY EVERY THING WILL BE REVERSED.". After incorporating some changes I wrote my first story, an epic "THE HAZARDOUS LIFE IN 21st CENTURY ",( IN DIALOGUE FORM). My brother gave me the moral support, and encouragement to me. My aunt, "Rajeswari", her daughter "Swapna" helped me a lot. In fact I have no acute words in my dictionary for praising them. Although crude they have taken pains to translate my first epic into Telugu. Due to his own reasons or in view of academic studies my father ceased to be support me. But he never created mockery on my character; he used to insist that I must improve further before I could take up epics & novels. Even before I could decide something my health depreciated. And an another world has shown me some hazy clips .  
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