Kavitha Krishnamurthy

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Kavitha Krishnamurthy Poems

1. Friends 11/7/2006
2. Life-A Puzzle 11/14/2006
3. Oh Mysterious Cloud 11/16/2006
4. Early Morning Sun 11/1/2006
5. Learn To Be 11/19/2006
6. Bestow Your Shower 11/22/2006
7. Bubbly Waves 11/27/2006
8. A Unique Experience 12/1/2006
9. Give Me More 12/5/2006
10. A Little More 12/5/2006
11. The Ant 12/5/2006
12. Be A Beacon 12/4/2006
13. Will The Weather Change? 12/4/2006
14. What Future Has Got In Store? 12/5/2006
15. Blend With Me - Bring A Smile 12/5/2006
16. Meeting With God 12/6/2006
17. Heaven And Hell 12/6/2006
18. Human Seasons 12/7/2006
19. Grain Of Sand 12/6/2006
20. Vivid Shades Of Nature 12/8/2006
21. Alter Personality Advice 12/11/2006
22. An Alluring Peacock 12/18/2006
23. The Soul Within 12/19/2006
24. The War Inside Me 12/23/2006
25. The Cocoon 12/23/2006
26. A Puppet With Strings Attached 12/26/2006
27. Sow A Seed Of Thought 12/26/2006
28. Relative Time 12/28/2006
29. The Tale Of A Land 1/3/2007
30. An Autumn In A Leaf’s Life 1/6/2007
31. A Perfect Weekend Evening 1/13/2007
32. The Phoenix 1/13/2007
33. Heart 1/30/2007
34. The Nature At Twilight 2/9/2007
35. Silent Whispers 2/16/2007
36. Lotus-The Sovereign Of Flowers 3/7/2007
37. Clutch Of Serendipity 3/12/2007
38. An Eternal Day 1/2/2007
39. Charisma Of The First Rain 3/21/2007
40. Life - A Coin With Two Sides 3/23/2007
Best Poem of Kavitha Krishnamurthy

Autobiography Of A Seed

I was a petite seed
And no one paid any heed

Placed in a nursery
Listen to my story; it is a mixture of glee and tragedy

One day a little girl came by
Hey! I said, can you hear my cry?

I prayed to god to relieve me from here
Will my dream come true was my fear

Suddenly two gentle hands came forward
I wanted to be brave and not a coward

They sowed me in the mud
My friends sun and water gave me the food

I opened my eyes and saw the first sunshine
The world looked pretty and so fine

My life was happy and full of spirits ...

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Autobiography Of A Leaf

Hanging on the branches
Swinging with the wind

I had many pals
All so pretty as me

We were a happy family
Of brother leaves, sister fruits

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