The Portrait Of An Intrepid Story-Teller

THE PORTRAIT OF AN INTREPID STORY-TELLER

Had within him the spirit of the peregrine
Beneath a smile that did ever shine !

Believed in himself–as preached by Sri Shankara…
Equanimity to him was a virtue–nary a trait cantankerous–

Did relish the role of an underdog early–
Surviving the jostle of many a brother surly…

Possessing a maturity ahead of his age and times,
Expanded his literary horizon amidst harsh and hostile climes.

Imbibing heartily the philosophy of a Jack London,
Displayed penmanship as fiercely as a swordsman !

Never flinching from fighting class or even gender debasement
And inspired by gallant knights opting for self-effacement;

Preferring to blush privately–unfazed by idlers’ flattery–
Crusaded boldly against a dispensation’s quirky scatterin’
Of goodies to a coterie–leaving the rest unclad and hungry–

His writings galvanized to action young men justifiably angry.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ( C.) KUMAARA SUKEJA. APRIL.2016

My Beloved APPA, Late Ahobal Keshav,a freedom fighter and a renowned journalist of his times, whose birthday falls today– on the festival day of UGADI.

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About Kumaara Sukeja

As for my bio-tidbits, had studied English Literature for my B.A ( Hons.) degree in the 70s.Dad was a writer and a journalist of repute in the vernacular media in his time. There were also others before him in the family who had celebrated works in their names in the Kanarese, the local language.I was fascinated by Ogden Nash for one for his originality. Among the literary devices, I have almost a weakness for Alliteration and Rhyme schemes also come easy to me. As one grows mellow with age—I am Sixty–I guess, Empathy is one virtue that develops in the character, naturally, after shedding a lot of flab throughout the years…Although my name is Ramesha, I prefer to write under my pen name.

2 thoughts on “The Portrait Of An Intrepid Story-Teller

  1. VijayNair

    An amazing portrait of an inspirational father ! With a few brush strokes ,Kumaara breathes life into the painterly poem.

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