Swayam Prashant (pen name of (Dr.Prashanta Kumar Sahoo) was born in the undivided Cuttack district, Odisha. He was formerly an Associate Professor of English at Sarupathar College, Assam, India. He has written six books and two booklets. They are : Evaluation of Textbooks in the Teaching of English (based on his Ph.D. thesis); Values in Life (based on a research project on Vedic and Upanishadic writings); Knowledge Tree (miscellaneous prose writings); Haiku from the Garden of My Own (poetry); Live Like a Man (poetry); Premras Amrit (poetry in Assamese); Virgin Land Impregnated (a thematic study of Canadian folk songs); and Joy of Love (a unique booklet of love poems).
My Father’s Son and My Mother’s Child
Everyone at some time or other Has pretended to be somebody else. I was my father's son And my mother's affectionate child. But I didn't tell my friends what they were. "Don't strip off before others," my father had said, "Because they will exploit your weakness And will manipulate you for their selfish interest And if you won't fall into their design They will become your enemies". So to hide from them you become another self. I too had become another self all my life Till one day I discovered myself And feared not to be my own. And now I am my father's son And my mother's affectionate child.
Children, Poets and Scientists
The poet, when he flies high in the sky, Discovers stars. The poet, When he sinks deep down in the ocean, Also discovers pearls. No doubt extreme happiness or sorrow spurs His imagination to paint his feelings in words- To release the bursting exuberance or relieve of internal haemorrhage. "O Mother, come, come, quickly, very quickly; see, see What a BIG animal !" shouts a little child Seeing an elephant for the FIRST time in his life. This is the joy no ascending of sky can give. O the happiness of discovery children, poets and scientists share But only poets build monuments of it in words!