Samarendra Patra, aged 19 is a second year student of B.Tech-Mechanical Engineering in the prestigious SRM UNIVERSITY, Chennai-INDIA. He was brought up in a small township of NALCO named Damanjodi means “Paharon ka Sangam-the unification of the hills”. Reading and writing poetry has always been his passion. Basically, the ambition of the author is to become an entrepreneur. His sensitivity to the surroundings have thrived him as a poet.-He has written more than 200 poems in three languages-English, hindi and oriya. He was featured as the guest poet on ALAN GILBERT’S BLOG- “ALL THAT RHYMES”. Alan gilbert- Alan Gilbert (born February 23, 1967) is an American violinist, currently the Music Director of the New York Philharmonic).He is also featured on the website of Gina Mcknight-popular Author and Freelance Writer-USA.He was also invited to join IFLAC- THE INTERNATIONAL FORUM FOR THE LITERATURE AND CULTURE OF PEACE by IFLAC’s Founding President – Dr. Ada Aharoni .His three poems will be getting featured in an upcoming anthology of ‘SILVER BOW’ ,a Canadian publisher. His second book of poetry-‘My transition-A silent voyage’ will be releasing in the year 2012.He has got his poetry in many local and national dailies. His poetry is being read by the people belonging to all parts of the globe. “Samarendra Patra is a highly gifted and talented poet” says, Dr.Karunesh Aggrawal-Managing editor (CYBERWIT.NET). “Samarendra is the poet-patriot hotly loving the Native Land and ready to battle for India as Invincible Empire Spirit. Degenerative «Western culture» and «poetic postmodernism» of the Indian intelligentsia haven’t poisoned original verses of the young poet. Samarendra take one’s bearings mainly on Sacred Vedic and classical archetypes of the IndianPoetry.”says, Azsacra Zarathustra-Russian esoteric philosopher and poet.“His poems touch the inner chords of the readers” says,Liliana Negoi(Romania)- Author,poet -“Sands and shadows”, “Footsteps on sand – tanka collection”
His first book-“MY MUSINGS-The poetry within” was released from Rochak Publishing (Allahabad) in june-18, 2011.
The Threshold Love…
While, flipping through the pages of history,
Gracefully my eyes on an ancient Love memory.
The memory drifted me aback to a king and queen,
Their indomitable love to colossus space did preen.
King-Shah Jahan, young successor to mughal throne,
The wheeling time spilled him on every architectural stone.
For his lovable empress Mumtaz Mahal’s last dream,
The Taj-Mahal’s amber beauty bestowed gleam.
Milky tomb in the banks of Yamuna River,
Breathed pearly on the reflections shiver.
Today, the splendor national heritage,
A top wonderer to the world’s gaze.
Ah! The man’s charcoal dipped deeds,
Yamuna, turning hollow as it brutally breeds.
River-the base for tall tomb’s stand,
Fading slowly to a barren land.
Smokes of agony fountain onto the sky,
As her pious soul chokes in piteous cry.
Oh my countrymen!
We-the only savior to callous man’s greed,
Nor any heaven’s angel to pay heed!
Let our veins be clean as spotless dove,
To sparkle love for the threshold love.