Earth : A Natural Museum

The earth is a natural museum into which generations of flora and fauna set;

And our children, the wingless birds set, like rays of evening sun-

And sons of new generations rise from new

Wombs and new seeds, with new faces, surrounded

By new orbs of light only to weave new civilizations, for the pages of history,

Which keep bulging, until the axe of time descends on it mercilessly.

Sweat flows as an eternal under-current of history, the sinews of human machine work, to

Make this glittering superstructure remain,

constantly creaking like gigantic wooden wheel, never at rest and never fed with grease-

History, the stupid woman, works up her hoary voice in tremulous tones, to narrate the

Epic tales of man from graying reason, men listen to her in all times-

The museum is filled and emptied; crowds pass in, and pass out through the halls, like moving winds restless for an unbounded journey, for peaks unseen, unknown but dreamt of generation after generation by the eyes of trees, animals, Men and molecules: while the drums of armies, governments, judicatures, dictators and demagogues continue sounding their empty fanfares-

O each age hungers for a passion, each age invites the rule of stupid theory, willingly; subjects itself to its sovereignty, while the intellect remains critical, watching and hatching the eggs of a new age-
- Seshendra Sharma

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This is from Seshendra Sharma\'s My Country - My People : Modern Indian Epic, written in 1975 ----------------------------- MY COUNTRY – MY PEOPLE Modern Indian Epic This important epic by one of the great modern poets of India is written by a civilisation not by one man. This masterpiece brings Seshendra into prominence as one of the outstanding poets of this century. For writing this epic Seshendra has simplified his diction to reach his people and to record the impact of an age on the third world. This is the most memorable poems of our times; in its marathon stride the epic sweeps over the drama of the Third world civilisation. The reader will return to this book again and again, he will also find the wound inflicted on him by his adversaries for his genius, wanting to rout him out of his livelihood for being distinguished. A wealth of Poetic Heights My Country – My People is a wealth of poetic heights gathered together in the enormity of epic style , it is the modern form of epic . It is the Indian Epic which becomes the Epic of the entire Mankind touching the peaks of Modern Age. The seeds of the epic are in the womb of Yajurveda which are infact the seeds of Indian Consciousness. Heinrich Zimmer, the German Philosopher, called “Thaitthariya Upanishad ‘the Cosmic Communist Manifesto. It is the essence of this Manifesto that flows as the under – current in My country – My People. - Ali Sardar Jafri , Urdu Poet It was not only Tagore and Gandhi who crossed the frontiers of their country and reached the wider world and achieved universality...... Seshendra\'s epic poem \'My country My People\' is evidence..... some important critics have compared this epic poem with T.S.Eliot\'s WASTELAND and \'L\' ASCENSION\' by St. John Perse. Personally I would compare the pain and anguish of the poet with one of Loutremont in his lyric \'Mald Aurore\'. The difference is that Seshendra\'s protest is not made in the void. Seshendra walks firmly on his soil, one can find in the poet a wild whirlwind which attains incredible oratorial heights, creating terrific images... whirling within him is the idea of strength of life that is fighting the dark powers which want to take away its freedom and bread.... at times we observe in the poem a biblical and Prophetic tone that attracts us. NIKHEPHOROS VRETAKKOS (Greet Poet) Dearest Seshen! An epic, a long poem (Which Edgar Allen Poe called a contradiction in terms). But who am I to say No to a poem which chooses to assume the strangest of garbs in one of the finest of minds. So, so be it. Let me accept your OEUVRE as an epic. But why call it modern? it is timeless. Why call it Indian? It is spaceless. SRI SRI Indian poet