Dr. Tulsi Hanumanthu

Rookie (10.6.1938 / India)

Comments about Dr. Tulsi Hanumanthu

  • Rookie Rupa U (1/15/2009 1:17:00 AM)

    I have read your three 'Peace' poems. They are all marvellous, aimed at restoring an iota of PEACE, at least, in this troubled world!

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  • Rookie Priya Mathur (1/13/2009 9:41:00 PM)

    I feel myself a better person after reading your poems.

  • Rookie Ivan Churchill (1/13/2009 9:31:00 PM)

    Your poems have the power to mend mankind.

  • Rookie Jan Shepherd (1/13/2009 8:52:00 PM)

    Your talent for Poetry is a GOD-GIVEN GIFT!

  • Rookie Neeraj Rao (1/13/2009 3:31:00 AM)

    Your poems compel me to come back to them again and again!

  • Rookie Katy Sessor (1/13/2009 3:24:00 AM)

    All your poems deserve being posted to my many friends!

  • Rookie Kalyani Lanka (1/12/2009 8:48:00 PM)

    So many poets have already sung your praises! I join their ranks.

  • Rookie Fay Small (1/12/2009 8:41:00 PM)

    You are a Leading Light in the field of poetry.

  • Rookie Megha Mishra (1/12/2009 8:16:00 PM)

    I fully agree with the opinion of Mr. Dean.

  • Rookie Desmond Dean (1/12/2009 8:10:00 PM)

    Budding poets have much to gain by following your footsteps

Best Poem of Dr. Tulsi Hanumanthu

Hall Of Universal Peace

This midnight bids farewell to parting year
Who then, on chariot Time, his seat vacates.
The New Year succeeds him as Charioteer:
To drive us on, he's waiting at our gates.

But OURS the choice of paths and destinations:
The Charioteer obeys but our instructions.
We must, to reach the most coveted station
Of PEACE, choose well-lit roads sans obstructions.

Such routes are those of Friendship, Love, Compassion,
Justice, Pardon, Truth and Selflessness.
The dingy lanes of Greed, Envy, Passion,
And Conflict lead to woe and sleeplessness.

Let's ask ...

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Facing Death

Facing Death

'O hoary Age, of fear you bear no trace,
Though dreadful Death you soon will have to face:
With weighty years ecumbered,
Your days are now numbered:
A foot of yours is almost in the grave;
How long can you the other hope to save? '

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