known as the “Mahadevi of Maithili”.At the age of Sixteen while Shefalika Mallik , after doing her Secondary examination in the First Division, was married to Mr. Lalan Kumar Verma, a student of Physics Honours in science college, Patna, who later on chose Law as his profession and rose to eminence first at Saharsa District Court and then at Patna High Court. Her father Late Brajeshwar Mallik also resigned from Civil Service and joined Bar in Patna High Court and rose to eminence.Though she is a very kind hearted person and cannot tolerate the sad plight of people specially the women, She is a great revolutionary, perhaps due to her birth on the 9th August (Sahid Diwas). According to her, a Nation can not claim to be beautiful only due to its rivers, mountains, jungles and greeneries, but there is the need of educated and disciplined persons living in the state of mutual affection, amity and equality to make it worth living.
She is endowed with wonderful gift of the gab. She gives fiery speeches on problems of female-folk, specially, female education, dowry system and other social evil and educational problems. She is so much against the evil of exploitation of women that she has even revolted in her writings against the tolerance of Sita when she was banished by Ram. She says “Sita ? Why did you agree to Agnipariksha, A proposal kept by Ram? Being yourself the power, Accepted Exploitation, Banishment to Forest. Why did you create Tight-lipped Tradition to make female-life miserable and mournful ?”. She has also accused Janak for giving the birth of dowry system by giving so much dowry with Sita. She questions Janak “Why did you throw female into burning dowry-fire ?”. At times she is very mournful on the attitude of present generation when she says “Parent nourish all their children, but those children cannot maintain their parent and keep with them”. In 1974, she was acclaimed as the Best Maithili Prose Writer and was awarded with
Mahamahopadhyay Dr. Umesh Mishra Memorial Gold Medal by Maithili Academy,
Allahabad, which she received from the hands of Dr. Babu Ram Saxena, Former Vice-
Chancellor of Allahabad University. She was also honoured with the title of ‘KAVYA
VINODINI’. While reading her collection of reminiscences ‘Smriti Rekha’ tears rolled
down the chicks of famous Maithili Writer Pandit Hari Mohan Jha on the pathos and
emotional feelings contained in the book.
She was a Member of the Advisory Board of Mathili of Sahitya Akademi, Delhi. She is
also a Trustee of Bhola Lal Das Memorial Foundation, Allahabad, which is a trust created
for promoting literature and literary activities in the country.
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When HH The Maharaja College for Women, Thiruvananthpuram was celebrating
his CENTENARY CELEBRATINS, 1977 under the able guidance of Chief Patron Shri E.K.Nayanar, Chief Minister, Kerala asking for her articles, wrote about her, “it would be a great boon to us and to all the women in this part of the Country to become aware of writers like you who have contributed so much to the cultural wealth of our Country”.
Dr. Mrs. Shefalika Verma is a combination of diverse qualities and is an important
writer in contemporary Maithili literature since 1961. Hindi writer and critic Dr. Ram
Kumar Verma of Allahabad after reading her book Vipralabdha in 1978 has been
written, “The Literary insight achieved by her in such a young age is an indicator of her
future. The emotions depicted in her collection of poems ‘Vipralabdha’ is to be imitated by
the poets of young generation”.
Similarly Maithili writer and critic Mrs. Nirja Renu hascompared her writings with those of Jane Austen.
Her article on Maithili Literature was also published in “2001
Encyclopedia : Volume–2” by Indmark Publishing Banglore.
She was awardedwith “Mahakavi Yatri Samman” of 2004 for her outstanding contributions in the field
of Maithili literature.
Her name was also recommended for “Women of The Year,2004” by the Biographical Institute, North California.
Her article on Maithili Literature was also published in “2001Encyclopedia : Volume–2” by Indmark Publishing Banglore.
She was awardedwith “Mahakavi Yatri Samman” of 2004 for her outstanding contributions in the field
of Maithili literature.
Her name was also recommended for “Women of The Year,
2004” by the Biographical Institute, North California.
She has been honoured withthe title of ‘Mithila Vibhuti’ in 2005.
She also presided three days National Seminaron “Upanyasak Vikas”, organized by Sahitya Akademi, Delhi from 23/03/2007 to 25/
03/2007 in Jamshedpur. She received “Dr. Murlidhar Srivastava Shekhar Samman,
2007” for outstanding contribution in Hindi Literature by Sri Nitish Kumar, Chief
Minister, Bihar. Her Poem “My Village” has been translated in English by R.K. Zide of
Chicago University in Penguine Series and included in the syllabus of Board Exam. of
United Kingdom (UK).
At present, she is the Member of Governing Body, Maithili-
Bhojpuri Akademi, Delhi (NCR).GOVT. OF DELHI..
She has also attended the function of MAITHIL SAMAJ ,UK AS A CHIEF GUEST IN LONDON...
lBeing bestowed with a poetic name she
composed poems, writes short stories, travelogue reminiscences, essays and
sketches etc. with equal proficiency. She writes with equal force in Hindi and
Maithili. She oftenly composes poems in English also. The natural and inherent
minutest feminine sentimentally and emotions in her literary creations sweep
the readers with them. In contemporary maithili literature she is one of the most
forceful writers. While she looks very soft in her short stories and poems, she emits
fire in her essays containing criticism on social evils.........................
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from an article read by prof. neelam jha...
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इलियट क अपेक्षा भारतक रवि बाबु आ मोहम्मद इकबाल दुनू गोटे कलाक सम्बन्ध में स्पष्ट चिंतन करैत कहने छैथ जे कला व्यक्तित्वक अभिव्यक्ति अछि. मुदा, इकबाल क दृष्टि में व्यक्तित्वक अर्थ अछि जीवनक दुःख- दैन्य, निराशा,पीड़ा आ ताप-संताप में संघर्षशील रहब. संघर्ष, सिमसिमाह आ अकर्मण्य व्यक्ति के इकबाल व्यक्तित्व-रहित मनैत छलाह , अर्थात इकबाल क कला-दर्शन तोल्स्तोय क कला-दर्शनक समकक्ष छल. 
उस रात स्कॉट्लैंड के विजन विपिन मे अवस्थित उस सुनसान मिनार्ड कास्ल मे मै छटपट कर रही थी..सारा दिन तुम्हारी खोज मे तो आस्ति नास्ति के बीच डोलती रहती हूँ..जितनी ही मै कल्पनाओं के लोक मे जीती हूँ, वास्तविकता की सत्ता से उतनी ही असम्पृक्त होती जाती हूँ. कल तूम सँभालने वाले थे आज बेसहारा हूँ,,दिल को किन्तु समझने वाला फिर वैसा दिल ना मिलेगा..रात की कालिमा मे ,काली साडी मे लिपटी जैसे उदासी का एक सम्पूर्ण गीत बन गयी थी.रजनी की तमिस्रा मे रजनी का अस्तित्व ही लय हो गया था . मेरा समस्त तन वन प्रांत मे गूंजती उदास तान बन कर रह गया था .आह इस तपस्विनी की कुटी के समान ह्रदय मे इतने स्नेह-सौन्दर्य लेकर क्यों आ गए थे..??अगर मृत्यु मेरे लिए नही है तो जीवन तो मेरे लिए कहीं से भी नही....
मै एक यात्रियों से भरे पानी के जहाज पर सफर कर रही हूँ . जहाज में बडी भीड़ है...मै इस भीड़ से घबडा कर जहाज के एक खाली हिस्से की तरफ चली जाती हूँ. उस निर्जन हिस्से में मै रेलिंग पकड़े सागर की विस्तृत नीलिमा को देखने लगी. चारो ओर नील सागर का अथाह पानी ,उपर नीला आसमान , सागर की लहरों को चूमता आसमान --दूर क्षितिज में --मै मन्त्र मुग्ध सी इस प्यासे चिर मिलन को देखती रही ...........मेरे बाल ,मेरा आंचल हवा के साथ छेड़खानी कर रहे थे . मैंने जीवन में इतने सुन्दरतम क्षणों को नहीं जीया था .मेरी आँखों के आकाश भी नीले हो गए थे , होठों पे गीत मचल रहे थे ' तीर पर कैसे रुकूँ मै , आज लहरों में निमंत्रण ' -------------कि एकाएक मेरे बदन को जोरों का झटका लगा , मै लडखडा कर गिरने लगी थी लेकिन रेलिंग के सहारे अटक गयी , मैंने भयभीत सा पीछे मुड कर देखा ------मै जिस हिस्से में खड़ी थी वो हिस्सा जहाज से टूट कर अलग हो गया था और मुझसे बेखबर यात्रियों से भरा जहाज दूर चला जा रहा था .....
जिधर नजर जाती ,चकित विस्मित मै रह जाती हवा के वेग में हिलते डुलते देख अपनी याद आ जाती थी . सब कहते पुराने को भूल जाइये नए का स्वागत कीजिये. , नये को देखिये , जीवन सतत प्रवाह है, किसी के लिए ठहरता नही. रोज नया होते चला जाता है , जो कल हम घूम घूम कर देख रहे थे , वो आज नही है.....वास्तव में , देखती हूँ रोज सब नया है , रस्ते के वृक्षों , जंगल झाड़ों को , उगते डूबता सूरज को प्रत्येक दिन दशा दिशा बदली सी लगती है .और मै हूँ कि पुराने में जिए चली जाती हूँ.लगता ही नही कि कहीं कुछ बदला , मन में तो पुराना ही बसा रहता है और संसार है कि प्रतिपल बदलता रहता है...हम पुरानी स्मृतियों में , जो जी चुके हैं उसे संजोये नए को जी नही पा रहे हैं...कल हमने स्कॉट्लैंड में जो प्रकृति की सुषमा देखी...खो गयी...