A. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker
Post graduate in Communicative English from Gandhigram Rural Institute
Graduate in Eng.Language and Lit. Kerala University
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A. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker Poems
A Sonnet to my mother
My mother has been eleven mothers And a hundred grandmothers She's never noticed her getting gray For, her eyes have been after kids all days.
Love to eat Eat to be fat Be fat Be unfit
Definitions 21/6/08 Our neighbours;
It’s all over, not again
This is really more killing And cancerous than knowing That the way is coming full circle: The thought that our time is up
Love thy neighbour as thyself: It is not to love thy neighbour HE was telling us all.
An Indo-US nuclear kid
An Indo-US nuclear kid Jayaprakash A. Panicker Kovilloor This is plain stupid, dad
Is…….something to someone
Faith is obedience Devotion is deliverance Love is belief Hate is canker
A tribute to Amitah Nair
I have never known this flowerlike girl Never have I bothered of those two-wheeler invitations. For, this mobility is nothing short of menace Parents are at times pitiless sinners.
A Night of This Season
These nights are brighter like butterflies Never are they cool, nor quite either. They go tapping and beating in hearts and thoughts alike.
SMS head -- ache to 57757
It is ridiculous The way people respond. Whether it is of buying a car Or of curing a head ache
A new poe(m) try
Though not many do This creed is fun. Any one ‘thinking’ holds this ‘word-do’.
The in-thing The in-thing in things Of all makes, live and not,
Living in pain is no better than living
Living in pain is no better than mere living Reasons for worship are many So are the reasons for our faith.
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A Sonnet to my mother
My mother has been eleven mothers
And a hundred grandmothers
She's never noticed her getting gray
For, her eyes have been after kids all days.
Now she is sonless and daughterless
Yes, true mothers never have sons
Daughters neither, but children,
Only, children and their concerns.
Mothers and rivers are same
They never keep away from flowing
From the first dropp to the flooded union
Constantly they keep things under covering
Gods respect all bearing moms
For, Gods and Moms do the same.