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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh PalShanta, born in Jamshedpur, Jharkhand, grew up in Rourkela in the Steel Plant township and was educated in Ranchi and Kolkata. After a B.A. in English Literature from Ranchi University B.Ed. from Kolkata University, she has taught in several schools in Kolkata, Chennai in India and in Dar-es-Salaam in Tanzania. Her love for Nature remains very strong from childhood and she often speaks of herself as a child of the Sal forests. Her discernment and appreciation of aesthetics has come to her, as she always acknowledges, from her guru of Hindustani music, the revered Ustad Sabri Khan. Read More...
Shanta, born in Jamshedpur, Jharkhand, grew up in Rourkela in the Steel Plant township and was educated in Ranchi and Kolkata. After a B.A. in English Literature from Ranchi University B.Ed. from Kolkata University, she has taught in several schools in Kolkata, Chennai in India and in Dar-es-Salaam in Tanzania.
Her love for Nature remains very strong from childhood and she often speaks of herself as a child of the Sal forests. Her discernment and appreciation of aesthetics has come to her, as she always acknowledges, from her guru of Hindustani music, the revered Ustad Sabri Khan.
After her first publication “To Kill A Poet” in 2016. “The Fly-Cup” is her second volume of poetry. Wherein poems seamlessly flow as distributaries from the river of Poetry.
She resides in Chennai with her husband and has three daughters married happily
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Shanta, winner of the Critics award of the Grand Slam Poetry Contest, under the pen name, S.J. Menaka, of the U.S. Consulate General along with Prakriti in Chennai in 2010, stands tall in the world of poets of the present times.
Coming together in this robust second volume, “The Fly-cup and Poems More…” four years after “To Kill A Poet”, published in 2016, are thirty-five works, sheer in immensity.
Written in lyrical style, Sensuali
Shanta, winner of the Critics award of the Grand Slam Poetry Contest, under the pen name, S.J. Menaka, of the U.S. Consulate General along with Prakriti in Chennai in 2010, stands tall in the world of poets of the present times.
Coming together in this robust second volume, “The Fly-cup and Poems More…” four years after “To Kill A Poet”, published in 2016, are thirty-five works, sheer in immensity.
Written in lyrical style, Sensuality is bold and unabashed. “Feverish in Love” declares the Body, “rustic” and “incomplete” till united in sensuous love. A “Forever intercourse continues” in “Rolls on Lit Body” But beware, it is a “Monument of Body!” Traps you under different layers!
Satirical wit and pathos crackle. “Demons to doom …” “Gods to frightened skies…”and Buffaloes stroll on India -scape
Science works. As “limbers water to heights, surface tensile… “
And the eternal appeal. Ever felt such joy? From grass stains and mud, steal away “ an ageless smile …”
To Kill a Poet is a collection of poems, each unique and exquisite in craftsmanship. This sheaf, gives you a glimpse of a multidimensional soul, strong and passionate, seeking beauty and truth, constantly.
The poet is a wordsmith who challenges the boundaries of grammar. There is lyricism and sensuality. “Will Some Body With Me Not Dally” and “Body Feels Gold” overwhelm you with their power and leave you breathless.
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To Kill a Poet is a collection of poems, each unique and exquisite in craftsmanship. This sheaf, gives you a glimpse of a multidimensional soul, strong and passionate, seeking beauty and truth, constantly.
The poet is a wordsmith who challenges the boundaries of grammar. There is lyricism and sensuality. “Will Some Body With Me Not Dally” and “Body Feels Gold” overwhelm you with their power and leave you breathless.
Sardonic humour in the pithy lines of the “Buffalo” poems punch hard at the social malaise.
The title poem “To Kill A Poet” shakes you up. What happens when there is no freedom of thought?
Now go on a train ride on “En route Ahmedabad to Nabipur” and see what the floods do, also to “A Butterfly Rare”.
But there is heaven on Earth too. “Dulia, Rain Morn”, “Rain, God in Parts” or “Rained Night, I Drink.”
A feel of Science, Discovery? “Eyes Open Tortoise” and “Experimenting Why So?” take you on the quest.
There is more in these pages. The quest is never ending!
Watch out for new words, coined to suit the need.
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