Sergei Yesenin: To die, in this life, is not new, And living’s no newer, of course.

“Sergei Yesenin proved that despite having bad habits (heavy drinking and outburst publicly), his soul was clean. When any man tired of living human life and want to go away from depression, die is not new. All that defined in his last poem before he committed suicide.”


Young Yesenin in 1912

His full name was Sergei Yesenin (b. 3 Oct, 1895 –d. 28 Dec 1925) was a popular poet of 20s from Russia. Even with his writings, he was a kind of guy who could light up the room by his appearance and impressive nature of his style. Moreover, this was the man that lady could easily arouse by his presence. However, being a constant drinker and outburst publicly was his regular nature.
At the age of 19, he published his first poetry book “Beryoza” (The Birch Tree) in 1914 was popular among the children. The poetry lover used to described him as “A Gem of a peasant poet”.
Below, the last poem of Yesenin was written with his blood before he hanged himself (his death story is not true nor confirmed as a suicide recital).

Farewell, my good friend, farewell.
In my heart, forever, you’ll stay.
May the fated parting foretell
That again we’ll meet up someday.
Let no words, no handshakes ensue,
No saddened brows in remorse, –
To die, in this life, is not new,
And living’s no newer, of course.

Still, his one of the poems tells us how a young woman of a village in mid-summer gives birth to a baby. It travels to emotion that awaken us into a series of joyous feelings. Also, this poem had written in 1912 and was translated into English in 1982

Poem: "Barefoot" by Sergei Yesenin

Barefoot on Midsummer Eve in the forest yonder
Mother went with skirt tucked up in the dew to wander.
Her bare feet were stung by herbs blessed with magic power,
In the meadow grass she wept, painful was that hour.
Suddenly, she cried aloud, pain her body shaking,
Down she lay and on the spot gave birth to a baby.
I was born to sound of song, meadow grass tucked around me.
In a rainbow bright the sun every morning bound me.
Child of rural summer rites I grew wiser, bolder.
Magic-making eventide happiness foretold me […]

The suicide story of Yesenin is still an unsolved matter of conflict. His work was banned in the country for many years.

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Sarojini Naidu: “To quench my longing I bent me low”.

Sarojini Naidu (b. 13 Feb 1879 — d. 2 March 1949) was a not only Indian political leader, activist but also a great poet as well as a woman of India and celebrated nationally. She was one of the key figures of the Indian independence movement. Naidu aimed to help diminish the ruling of the British in India during the years of 1912 to 1947.
A prominent follower of Mahatma Gandhi and his cultural ideology not only like a true and obedient student. But also full supportive to Gandhi in all the aspects in decision-making to forming a better India.

The brilliant student who used to keep many expectations from herself and Indian
Sarojini Naidu

Education of Sarojini Naidu

Her education was not only limited to Indian territory but also crossed the boundary of the country at the age of 16. It was Nizam’s Charitable Trust (founder — Nizam Mahbub Ali Khan) who gave her a chance to complete her studies in England.


Sarojini was well worse with the culture of India and the condition of the nation at the beginning. A philosophic mind used to keep her eyes awake for the good reasons of the nation and its benefits. She had a successful inter-caste marriage which was happily approved by both the families.

Sarojini had a successive three years of travelling, while she visited different regions of India during 1915 and 1918. The motive of the travel was to give auspicious lectures on social welfare, the emancipation of women and bringing the clear awareness of the future of independence. And further evolution of nationalism in every person of India.

Her lectures were so demanding similarly inspiring ones that anyone could get motivated like she could yield a fruit of success from the brain of foolish and ignorance.
In short, her thought process was so simple and easily recognizable in one of her poems, In The Bazaars of Hyderabad.

“The Bazaars of Hyderabad" by Sarojini Naidu

What do you sell, oye Marchant?
Richly your wares are displayed.
Turbans of crimson and Silver
Mirrors with panels of amber,
Daggers with handles of jade
What do you weigh, oye Vendors
Saffron and lentil and rice
What do you grind oye maidens?
Sandalwood, henna, and spice.
What do you call oye Pedlars?
Chessmen and ivory dice.
What do you make oye Goldsmith?
Wristlet, anklet, and ring.
Bells for the feet of blue pigeons,
Frail as a Dragon’s-fly’s wing, girdles of gold for the dancers,
Scabbards of gold for the king [...]

The Bird of Time (available on Amazon): Songs of Life, Death, and the Spring are her fine collections of poems. This antiquarian volume contains a complete manual of the art of angling for roach, with comments on methodology, equipment, tactics, and other information useful.

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1 Truth | Annabhau Sathe: “Caste is something that exists in reality. Poverty is artificial.”

poor hindu woman carrying bundle of grass on city street
Maharashtra’s legend is Annabhau Sathe.

Maharashtra’s legend Annabhau Sathe and his literature have always been recommendable. One of the top Dalit activists from the state after iconic figure Dr Babasaheb Ambedkar and Jyotiba Phule.

As well as, Sathe was one of the founding members of “Lal Bawta Kalapathak”. Tukaram Bhaurao Sathe (was his real full name) wrote almost 35 novels in Marathi, 14 short stories, and many to count his real meanings of life stated poems achieved many Maharashtra’s poem loving hearts.

Annabhau Sathe on Cast & Untouchability

A young brain had quickly understood the Untouchable Matang caste in the state and brought literacy love in Dalit Literature (buy his famous work in Marathi is available on Amazon here). His songs and poetry lightened up the poor Dalit Community and taught lessons to the oppressive gang and their community.

A Quote by Annabhau Sathe

Caste is something that exists in reality. Poverty is artificial, and it can be destroyed but destroying caste is everyone's work.

Annabhau Sathe

Dalit Shahirs of Maharashtra

Dalit shahirs of Maharashtra: Annabhau Sathe's powerful song, one of his favorite poems “माझी मैना गावावर राहिली !” (“My mynah bird stayed in the village!”)

Poem

“माझी मैना गावावर राहिली !”(“My mynah bird left in the village!”)

माझी मैना गावावर राहिली |
माझ्या जिवाची होतिया काहिली ||
ओतीव बांधा | रंग गव्हाला |
कोर चंद्राची | उदात्त गुणांची |
मोठ्या मनाची | सीता ती माझी रामाची |
हसून बोलायची | मंद चालायची |
सुगंध केतकी | सतेज कांती |
घडीव पुतली सोन्याची | नव्या नवतीची |
काडी दवन्याची |रेखीव भुवया |
कमान जणू इन्द्रधनुची | हिरकणी हिरयाची
काठी आंधल्याची | तशी ती माझी गरीबाची|
मैना रत्नाची खाण | माझा जिव की प्राण |[…]

The story of his love mynah bird (Common hill myna. The common hill myna, sometimes spelled “mynah” and formerly simply known as the hill myna or myna bird, is the myna most commonly seen in aviculture), through this poem he brought up the issues of his common life, the status of treatment of others toward the Matang (Mang caste) Community of Maharashtra.

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Exposition of the poem

He thus expressed the reality of the rich and well-educated city, Mumbai. It was the same treatment he used to get in his village. Besides, this poem ends, leaving a spark in his life for forming a United Maharashtra (a mission of anti-oppression in Maharashtra). Therefore, he successfully carried out.

Uddhav Thackeray, Chief Minister of Maharashtra, said,

A memorial of Marathi poet and writer Annabhau Sathe will soon be built-in Mumbai.

Indian writer, R K Narayan: “I am a treacherous writer”

R K Narayan
R K Narayan

The novels and short stories of R K Narayan (10 October 1906 – 13 May 2001) still inspire children and young generations. Characters from his fictitious town Malgudi and one of the characters, Swami and his friends. Swami, an ordinary boy who has a different mindset, well-matured than his other friends.

“Malgudi Days” (a fictional South India town)

He always showered his philosophy through his characters in his fiction world. Indian writer, Narayan, the man who imprinted his literary work not only in India but made its presence internationally. The great creator of a fictional south India town, “Malgudi Days” that marked history.

Stories Reflecting Indian Culture

He always lived as an ordinary man to explore the societies of Indian culture, innocently made his way toward writing and aroused many readers using his pen and powerful literary techniques and urged readers to come back for more.

The first Indian writer who had pursued a full-time writing career. His writing including Travelogue, Retelling of Indian epics and autobiography, My Days in 1974. Most of the Indian know him by his pen name, but reluctant R K Narayan’s real name was Rasipuram Krishnaswami Narayan, his home town, Mysore had become more dependent in his active year of writings.

Daydreaming and provoking thoughts of R K Narayan

Mr Narayan was always deep down into daydreaming, gaming with the thoughts of his characters and busy putting them well together. He grew up in a bilingual family, but more prone to Tamil rather than Kannada and English language. Once in an interview, he said that he failed the University entrance exams in English, but everything that happens, it happens for a reason.

Education

After discontinuing his education for more than two years, he had utilized his ample time for reading books, listening to his grandmother’s folk tales. And thus, those crucial days were for a spark and increased his interest, dedication to evoking writing skills in him.

Writing Techniques of R K Narayan developed from

The techniques of storytelling had been perceived by Mr Narayan from a kind grandmother. He had already spent 15 years of his precious life under his maternal grandmother in Madras (Chennai) who taught him many aspects of life, and engrossing culture of south India at a young age.
One of the best quotes from R K Narayan, who gives the profound meaning of life.

R K Narayan Quote

If you threw a stone into a gutter, it would only spurt filth in your face.

R K Narayan

Such a great meaning is hidden in this line that teaches us not to be cruel to anybody, given us calm feelings and lower down anger, jealousy, and cruel powers. If you are angry at anybody, in return you only get angry expressions or vice-versa. It also refers that if you think that the next person is stupid and making fool to that stupid means you also become stupid somewhat.

Novels and Books

So better not to say any negative or do wrong with anybody. Few books of Narayan are as below, they are evergreen good reads. Some of his books are in Hindi and Marathi. It has a hidden culture of India and powerful thoughts that evoke the real man in human. Most of his books give you a philosophical point of view.

Moreover, Read Gertrude Himmelfarb for learning “Idea of Poverty” the book which reveals the ancient culture of England. Don't forget to check a romantic poem, “I love You” by Alexander Pushkin. It still looks fresh, tender love that evoke consciousness of any lover.

Romantic Love Poem, “I Got Engaged” by Lokeish Umak

Poem is the first thing to come into romantic mind when we fall in love suddenly. This is the feelings of the day and I took a step to treasure that moments into the words. However, not me but all human beings are the same. At every positive time, our mind receives with full of random constructive thoughts that inspires us and take us to take another next step. Thus, we start to make it happen true.

Catch them and treasure such time and days into something which keeps you inspiring into your future. Our life is full of ups and downs, but we should not forget to inspire and get inspired and that's I call the life. Keep moving on and never look back. The life is too short. Make it special. Love in your life is not too far, then. Have you got such a poem with you? Please do share in the comment below. The selected ones will be sponsored on i'mBiking.

Poem: "I got Engaged" by Lokesh Umak
Poem I got Engaged

Romantic Love Poem: I got Engaged

I got two more legs to walk together,
 It’s not for only today or tomorrow, but forever.
 Finely time has come, I had to wait for sign sum,
 It had been told by my father and mum.
 My smile never regrets people who have been good to me,
 I think it was my fine and secure success of the key.
Melody smile, beautiful style for which I was walking for miles,
 Met with a girl what I was waiting for just now while.
 It was the happiest moment for the family,
 I heard her name is Kamali.
 She looked at me, I looked at her and both smiled each other,
 I had just asked her a question, when we will be furthered?
 Now it was a time to wait for marriage,
 She was the only one of my life's carriage.

Also, read my selected poems here