Friday, August 12, 2022

Poetry

Life Goes On – Viswanathan Ganesh Ram Anand

Zero to FourWe crawl on the FloorTo receive attractionLife goes on! Five to TenWe learn to RunTo grab attentionLife goes on! Ten to TwentyWe shape self-identityTo...

The Old Boy- Kamala

What’s it Ramesh, Behave yourself, Not the kid anymore, An old boy you are, Going a young man. I say am not, And makes mom angry, I say don’t want to, That...

Another old song.. – Tara G Menon

Memories that give colours to my solitude Voices of past, filling my silent room Your gifts, that I'll treasure a lifetime They'll be my possessions, most priced An...

Every Rise Hesitantly Shines… – Kesav Venkat Easwaran

Every rise hesitantly shines In anguish anxious dies; Leaves legacy of hopefulness, The world in darkness remains... That, what risen up ominous, Won’t fade away easy fast; God or faith...

Failure is a fearful feeling – Sabin John

Sabin John Failure is a fearful feeling You know not the future Nor the course of today That the life tree seems to fall. Look at the child Who learns...

Che – Premji

Premji Smile fire, Soul storm, The most Handsome man Lived on earth! Lived for, Sacrificed self For us... The have-nots... But, They label him On new beverages... New cigars... Caps and clothes He is a brand... Sad, A great warrior, Getting killed By...

Rainbow Bridge – Vanita Thakkar

Vanita Thakkar A cluster of grey, water-ladden Clouds came drifting Along with the somewhat strong wind, Hid the Sun And sent down showers Of unexpected raindrops beneath On the cold, gently...

Toughsters – Dr.Mary Annie A.V.

Dr. Mary Annie A.V. I see them around Smiling tough youngsters everywhere. The bold, the bald The long haired, the shoddy the belligerent At  times , the  slick. At the library The canteen the coffee...

Rejoice – Giridhar Murali

Giridhar Murali As a gentle breeze ruffled through my hair, my thoughts roamed wide and far; Though many years have passed since, as if it was only yesterday...

My Life – Sandhya S.N, Kerala

My life an unstable restive pendulum With irregular unmanageable pro-lapse I hung on its hand Grouse, sob, whine and sometimes smile whatsoever My heart rumbles as a roaring sea Its tides...

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