My dear poets, who echo
Inner feelings in words artistically
Listen to me, do not be dispirited and feel tired
The enjoyment of and praise from aesthetic lovers of poetry
Is the real recognition and felicitation
Not getting the awards or prizes
Expecting which reward the tree is giving sweet fruits
For what award the clouds shower and rain
The Godavari does not flow aiming the Nobel prize
The water-fall does not jump down the heights to climb Jnanapeetha
To pervade the nature selflessly
And cause joy without expecting anything in return
Is the nature of the river, the cloud, the tree
And of the melodious cuckoo.
When you are overjoyed or blissful or distressed
The resulting sweet experience or piercing pain
Is given an aesthetic form in alphabet by you
You are the sage; striving is your duty
And compassion is your within
The nature ignores praise or denouncement
Does not allow them to affect it
It does its duty in a detached way.
To become cheerful or depressed is unnatural
Do not stop your frolicking play with the words
Do not leave your tenderness in feelings
Flow like a river and make sounds like a bee
Pour torrential rain like the black cloud
And brilliantly shine like the Sun.
Be the pretty moon and spread moonlight
Through the whole earth and give
Pleasantness to every one
Merge and dissolve in the nature
Fly and be a source of light in the sky.
To be depressed and dispirited
Is the nature of the human-being
To remove sadness and aches of humans
And cheer them is the ultimate goal of literary creation.
A poet must feel depressed only to compose the verses
Otherwise he is the ever-flowing hill-stream
Melodiously singing cuckoo of the spring
Ever glowing and illuminating source of light.
Hearts do not melt or be cheerful
And compose verses for awards or prizes
My dear young poets!
The selfless and non-expecting nature is
Your role-model and your nature too
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కవి - కవిత్వం కవిత - వ్యాసము
(కవిత)
కవి స్వభావము
మదిలో కదలాడు భావములకు
పదముల రూపము నిచ్చు
కళాకారుడవైన కవీ!
విసిగి పోకుము విను నా మాటలు
రసజ్ఞులు మెచ్చుటయే
రచన పరమార్థము
బహుమానములు పురస్కారములు
కావు కావలసిన గురుతింపులు
ఏ బహుమానమాశించి
తీయని ఫలముల నొసగు తరవు?
ఏ పురస్కారమునకై
కురియును మేఘ సముదాయము?
నోబెల్ బహుమానమునకై
ప్రవహింపదు గోదావరి
జ్ఞానపీఠమెక్కుటకై
చెంగున దూకదు జలపాతము
నిష్కామముగ ప్రకృతిని నిండుట
ప్రతిఫలాపేక్షరహితముగా పరవశింపజేయుట
సహజ స్వభావము నదికి అంబుదమునకు
తరువుకు తన్మయము కలిగించు కోయిలకు
హృదయము క్రుంగినపుడొ ఉప్పొంగినపుడొ
పొంగి వచ్చు బాధకు తీయని భావమునకు
అక్షరాకృతి కల్గించు అభినవ ఋషీ!
కృషియే నీ విధి కరుణయే నీ మానసము
అభినందన అభిశంసన
ఇసుమంతైన పట్టదు ప్రకృతికి
నిమిత్తమాత్రముగ చేయును తన పని
ఉత్సాహపడుట దిగులు చెందుట వికృతి
ఆపకు నీ పదవిన్యాసము
వీడకు నీ భావలాలిత్యము
నదివై ప్రవహించు తుమ్మెదవై ఝంకరించు
కాలమేఘమై వర్షించు సూర్యుడవై ప్రకాశించు
కలువల ఱేడువై కవితా కౌముదులు
ప్రసరించు పుడమి అంత మేర
పులకింపచేయి ప్రకృతిని
అందచేయి ఆహ్లాద చంద్రికలు
కలిసిపో కరిగిపో ప్రకృతిలో
ఎగసిపో వెలిగిపో అంబరాన
దిగులు చెందుట మనిషి ధర్మము
దిగులు తీర్చుట రచన పరమార్థము
కవి కుమలాలి కవితా సృష్టి కొరకె
మరెప్పుడు గల గల పారే సెలయేరు
వసంతమున పొంగి పాడు కోయిల
ఎల్లప్పుడు వెల్గు నిచ్చు దివ్వె
బహుమానములకై పురస్కారముల కొరకై
అల్లబడవు కవితలు పొంగవు మనసులు
కవికుమారా! ప్రతిఫలాపేక్ష లేని
ప్రకృతీ సదృశము నీ స్వభావము
వచనము వ్యాసము:
కవిత్వం రాసేవారిలో ఎక్కువ మంది, ఎందరో తమ కవితలని చదవాలి
అనుకుంటారు. తాము మాత్రము ఏ కవితలనూ చదవరు. కవి, పాఠకుడు కూడా అయితే కవిగా
పరిణితి చెందుతాడు; రాణిస్తాడు కూడా. కవుల సంఖ్య ఎక్కువ అయిన ఈనాడు కవిగా
"ప్రఖ్యాతి" గాంచడం, రాయబడిన కవితల లోని పస కన్న సిధ్ధాంతరాధ్ధాంతాల పైన
ఎక్కువ ఆధారపడి ఉంటోంది.
కవి, కవనముల కన్న, కవుల మిత్రవర్గం వల్ల ఎక్కువ మంది కవులుగా " రాణిస్తున్నారు".
ప్రతీది ఇచ్చిపుచ్చుకోవడాలుగా మారిపోయింది.
రసాస్వాదన, మెచ్చుకోవడము కవిత్వంపై కన్న ఇతరములపై ఆధారపడి ఉంటోంది.
విశ్వశ్రేయః కావ్యపరమార్థం -అనే ధోరణి నిండుకుంది. వాక్యం రసాత్మకం కావ్యం
- అని ఎవరూ అనుకోవడము లేదు. రమణీయార్థ ప్రతిపాదక శబ్దః కావ్య: - అనీ
కవికులాలు, పాఠక వర్గాలు, విమర్శక దిగ్గజాలు అనుకోవడము లేదు.
అందరూ కులాలు, వర్గాలు, జాతులుగా విడిపోయి; తమ తమ భావనా కూపములలో కప్పల వలె జీవిస్తున్నార.
కవనమూ, కావ్యమూ సహజత్వాన్ని కోల్పోయి కృత్రిమ సృష్టులుగా బతుకును ఈడుస్తున్నాయి.
అందరూ కవులే; అందరూ విమర్శకులే; పాఠకులే కరువైపోతున్నారు.
పాఠకులను అలరించడం కన్న సిధ్ధాంతరాధ్ధాంతములను కాపాడడమే కవితాసృష్టి ప్రయోజనంగా మారిపోయింది.
అలంకారములు, శ్లేషలు, నానార్థములు కవితలలో చోటు కోల్పోయాయి. యాంత్రిక రచనలు వెల్లువలుగా వస్తున్నాయి.
ఒకటి, రెండు జాతుల "ఉధ్ధరణ" అంశంగా రాసిన రచనలకే పెద్దపీట. వాటిని వివరించినదే శ్రేష్ఠమైన రచనగా విమర్శకులనాదరిస్తోంది.
అట్టి కవులు, రచయితలే సత్కారములను, పురస్కారములను అందుకుంటున్నారు.
సంకుచిత్వము ఆదరణపాత్రమైంది. ఏ సిధ్ధాంతానికి, వర్గానికి, జాతికి చెందక
తనకై తాను ప్రవహించే కొండవాగులు నీటి ప్రవాహములుగా గుర్తించబడడం లేదు;
ఆదరింపబడటంలేదు.
కవి కవిత్వం రాయడం గాక, విమర్శకుడు కవిత్వం "రాయిస్తున్నాడు. వింతగా ఉంది సాహితీలోకం.
My dear poets, who echo
Inner feelings in words artistically
Listen to me, do not be dispirited and feel tired
The enjoyment of and praise from aesthetic lovers of poetry
Is the real recognition and felicitation
Not getting the awards or prizes
Expecting which reward the tree is giving sweet fruits
For what award the clouds shower and rain
The Godavari does not flow aiming the Nobel prize
The water-fall does not jump down the heights to climb Jnanapeetha
To pervade the nature selflessly
And cause joy without expecting anything in return
Is the nature of the river, the cloud, the tree
And of the melodious cuckoo.
When you are overjoyed or blissful or distressed
The resulting sweet experience or piercing pain
Is given an aesthetic form in alphabet by you
You are the sage; striving is your duty
And compassion is your within
The nature ignores praise or denouncement
Does not allow them to affect it
It does its duty in a detached way.
To become cheerful or depressed is unnatural
Do not stop your frolicking play with the words
Do not leave your tenderness in feelings
Flow like a river and make sounds like a bee
Pour torrential rain like the black cloud
And brilliantly shine like the Sun.
Be the pretty moon and spread moonlight
Through the whole earth and give
Pleasantness to every one
Merge and dissolve in the nature
Fly and be a source of light in the sky.
To be depressed and dispirited
Is the nature of the human-being
To remove sadness and aches of humans
And cheer them is the ultimate goal of literary creation.
A poet must feel depressed only to compose the verses
Otherwise he is the ever-flowing hill-stream
Melodiously singing cuckoo of the spring
Ever glowing and illuminating source of light.
Hearts do not melt or be cheerful
And compose verses for awards or prizes
My dear young poets!
The selfless and non-expecting nature is
Your role-model and your nature too
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My dear poets, who echo
Inner feelings in words artistically
Listen to me, do not be dispirited and feel tired
The enjoyment of and praise from aesthetic lovers of poetry
Is the real recognition and felicitation
Not getting the awards or prizes
Expecting which reward the tree is giving sweet fruits
For what award the clouds shower and rain
The Godavari does not flow aiming the Nobel prize
The water-fall does not jump down the heights to climb Jnanapeetha
To pervade the nature selflessly
And cause joy without expecting anything in return
Is the nature of the river, the cloud, the tree
And of the melodious cuckoo.
When you are overjoyed or blissful or distressed
The resulting sweet experience or piercing pain
Is given an aesthetic form in alphabet by you
You are the sage; striving is your duty
And compassion is your within
The nature ignores praise or denouncement
Does not allow them to affect it
It does its duty in a detached way.
To become cheerful or depressed is unnatural
Do not stop your frolicking play with the words
Do not leave your tenderness in feelings
Flow like a river and make sounds like a bee
Pour torrential rain like the black cloud
And brilliantly shine like the Sun.
Be the pretty moon and spread moonlight
Through the whole earth and give
Pleasantness to every one
Merge and dissolve in the nature
Fly and be a source of light in the sky.
To be depressed and dispirited
Is the nature of the human-being
To remove sadness and aches of humans
And cheer them is the ultimate goal of literary creation.
A poet must feel depressed only to compose the verses
Otherwise he is the ever-flowing hill-stream
Melodiously singing cuckoo of the spring
Ever glowing and illuminating source of light.
Hearts do not melt or be cheerful
And compose verses for awards or prizes
My dear young poets!
The selfless and non-expecting nature is
Your role-model and your nature too
|
- See more at: http://www.boloji.com/index.cfm?md=Content&sd=Poem&PoemID=10511#sthash.cLKT7GGt.dpuf
My dear poets, who echo
Inner feelings in words artistically
Listen to me, do not be dispirited and feel tired
The enjoyment of and praise from aesthetic lovers of poetry
Is the real recognition and felicitation
Not getting the awards or prizes
Expecting which reward the tree is giving sweet fruits
For what award the clouds shower and rain
The Godavari does not flow aiming the Nobel prize
The water-fall does not jump down the heights to climb Jnanapeetha
To pervade the nature selflessly
And cause joy without expecting anything in return
Is the nature of the river, the cloud, the tree
And of the melodious cuckoo.
When you are overjoyed or blissful or distressed
The resulting sweet experience or piercing pain
Is given an aesthetic form in alphabet by you
You are the sage; striving is your duty
And compassion is your within
The nature ignores praise or denouncement
Does not allow them to affect it
It does its duty in a detached way.
To become cheerful or depressed is unnatural
Do not stop your frolicking play with the words
Do not leave your tenderness in feelings
Flow like a river and make sounds like a bee
Pour torrential rain like the black cloud
And brilliantly shine like the Sun.
Be the pretty moon and spread moonlight
Through the whole earth and give
Pleasantness to every one
Merge and dissolve in the nature
Fly and be a source of light in the sky.
To be depressed and dispirited
Is the nature of the human-being
To remove sadness and aches of humans
And cheer them is the ultimate goal of literary creation.
A poet must feel depressed only to compose the verses
Otherwise he is the ever-flowing hill-stream
Melodiously singing cuckoo of the spring
Ever glowing and illuminating source of light.
Hearts do not melt or be cheerful
And compose verses for awards or prizes
My dear young poets!
The selfless and non-expecting nature is
Your role-model and your nature too
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THE NATURE OF POET
My
dear poet, who echo
Inner
feelings in words artistically
Listen
to me, do not be dispirited and feel tired
The
enjoyment of and praise from aesthetic lovers of poetry
Is
the real recognition and felicitation
Not
getting the awards or prizes
Expecting
which reward the tree is giving sweet fruits
For
what award the clouds shower and rain
The
Godavari does not flow aiming the Nobel prize
The
water-fall does not jump down the heights to climb Jnanapeetha
To
pervade the nature selflessly
And
cause joy without expecting anything in return
Is
the nature of the river, the cloud, the tree
And
of the melodious cuckoo
When
you are overjoyed or blissful or distressed
The
resulting sweet experience or piercing pain
Is given
an aesthetic form in alphabet by you
You
are the sage; striving is your duty
And
compassion is your within
The
nature ignores praise or denouncement
Does
not allow them to affect it
It
does its duty in a detached way
To
become cheerful or depressed is unnatural
Do
not stop your frolicking play with the words
Do
not leave your tenderness in feelings
Flow
like a river and make sounds like a bee
Torrentially
rain like the black cloud
And
brilliantly shine like the Sun
Be
the pretty moon and spread moonlight
Through
the whole earth and give
Pleasantness
to every one
Merge
and dissolve in the nature
Fly
and be a source of light in the sky
To
be depressed and dispirited
Is
the nature of the human-being
To
remove sadness and aches of humans
And
cheer them is the ultimate goal of literary creation
A
poet must feel depressed only to compose the verses
Otherwise
he is the ever-flowing hill-stream
Melodiously
singing cuckoo of the spring
Ever
glowing and illuminating source of light
Hearts
do not melt or be cheerful
And
compose verses for awards or prizes
My
dear young poet!
The
selfless and non-expecting nature is
Your
role-model and your nature too
My dear poets, who echo
Inner feelings in words artistically
Listen to me, do not be dispirited and feel tired
The enjoyment of and praise from aesthetic lovers of poetry
Is the real recognition and felicitation
Not getting the awards or prizes
Expecting which reward the tree is giving sweet fruits
For what award the clouds shower and rain
The Godavari does not flow aiming the Nobel prize
The water-fall does not jump down the heights to climb Jnanapeetha
To pervade the nature selflessly
And cause joy without expecting anything in return
Is the nature of the river, the cloud, the tree
And of the melodious cuckoo.
When you are overjoyed or blissful or distressed
The resulting sweet experience or piercing pain
Is given an aesthetic form in alphabet by you
You are the sage; striving is your duty
And compassion is your within
The nature ignores praise or denouncement
Does not allow them to affect it
It does its duty in a detached way.
To become cheerful or depressed is unnatural
Do not stop your frolicking play with the words
Do not leave your tenderness in feelings
Flow like a river and make sounds like a bee
Pour torrential rain like the black cloud
And brilliantly shine like the Sun.
Be the pretty moon and spread moonlight
Through the whole earth and give
Pleasantness to every one
Merge and dissolve in the nature
Fly and be a source of light in the sky.
To be depressed and dispirited
Is the nature of the human-being
To remove sadness and aches of humans
And cheer them is the ultimate goal of literary creation.
A poet must feel depressed only to compose the verses
Otherwise he is the ever-flowing hill-stream
Melodiously singing cuckoo of the spring
Ever glowing and illuminating source of light.
Hearts do not melt or be cheerful
And compose verses for awards or prizes
My dear young poets!
The selfless and non-expecting nature is
Your role-model and your nature too
- See more at: http://www.boloji.com/index.cfm?md=Content&sd=Poem&PoemID=10511#sthash.cLKT7GGt.dpuf
My dear poets, who echo
Inner feelings in words artistically
Listen to me, do not be dispirited and feel tired
The enjoyment of and praise from aesthetic lovers of poetry
Is the real recognition and felicitation
Not getting the awards or prizes
Expecting which reward the tree is giving sweet fruits
For what award the clouds shower and rain
The Godavari does not flow aiming the Nobel prize
The water-fall does not jump down the heights to climb Jnanapeetha
To pervade the nature selflessly
And cause joy without expecting anything in return
Is the nature of the river, the cloud, the tree
And of the melodious cuckoo.
When you are overjoyed or blissful or distressed
The resulting sweet experience or piercing pain
Is given an aesthetic form in alphabet by you
You are the sage; striving is your duty
And compassion is your within
The nature ignores praise or denouncement
Does not allow them to affect it
It does its duty in a detached way.
To become cheerful or depressed is unnatural
Do not stop your frolicking play with the words
Do not leave your tenderness in feelings
Flow like a river and make sounds like a bee
Pour torrential rain like the black cloud
And brilliantly shine like the Sun.
Be the pretty moon and spread moonlight
Through the whole earth and give
Pleasantness to every one
Merge and dissolve in the nature
Fly and be a source of light in the sky.
To be depressed and dispirited
Is the nature of the human-being
To remove sadness and aches of humans
And cheer them is the ultimate goal of literary creation.
A poet must feel depressed only to compose the verses
Otherwise he is the ever-flowing hill-stream
Melodiously singing cuckoo of the spring
Ever glowing and illuminating source of light.
Hearts do not melt or be cheerful
And compose verses for awards or prizes
My dear young poets!
The selfless and non-expecting nature is
Your role-model and your nature too
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My dear poets, who echo
Inner feelings in words artistically
Listen to me, do not be dispirited and feel tired
The enjoyment of and praise from aesthetic lovers of poetry
Is the real recognition and felicitation
Not getting the awards or prizes
Expecting which reward the tree is giving sweet fruits
For what award the clouds shower and rain
The Godavari does not flow aiming the Nobel prize
The water-fall does not jump down the heights to climb Jnanapeetha
To pervade the nature selflessly
And cause joy without expecting anything in return
Is the nature of the river, the cloud, the tree
And of the melodious cuckoo.
When you are overjoyed or blissful or distressed
The resulting sweet experience or piercing pain
Is given an aesthetic form in alphabet by you
You are the sage; striving is your duty
And compassion is your within
The nature ignores praise or denouncement
Does not allow them to affect it
It does its duty in a detached way.
To become cheerful or depressed is unnatural
Do not stop your frolicking play with the words
Do not leave your tenderness in feelings
Flow like a river and make sounds like a bee
Pour torrential rain like the black cloud
And brilliantly shine like the Sun.
Be the pretty moon and spread moonlight
Through the whole earth and give
Pleasantness to every one
Merge and dissolve in the nature
Fly and be a source of light in the sky.
To be depressed and dispirited
Is the nature of the human-being
To remove sadness and aches of humans
And cheer them is the ultimate goal of literary creation.
A poet must feel depressed only to compose the verses
Otherwise he is the ever-flowing hill-stream
Melodiously singing cuckoo of the spring
Ever glowing and illuminating source of light.
Hearts do not melt or be cheerful
And compose verses for awards or prizes
My dear young poets!
The selfless and non-expecting nature is
Your role-model and your nature too
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