M.D Dinesh Nair
Biography of M.D Dinesh Nair
M.D Dinesh Nair Poems
The Bull In The City [ 'Nagaramlo Vrusha...
Introduction: 'Nagaramlo Vrushabham' is a popular Telugu poem written by Srirangam Srinivasarao [Sri Sri ]. Here is the translation of it in English.
A camel That walks alone Across the desert unending Has no pretentions.
On This Teachers` Day I Salute You My St...
SEPTEMBER 5 is celebrated in India as TEACHERS`DAY and the celebration is done on the day which is the BIRTH DAY of Late Dr SARVEPALLI RADHAKRISHNAN [THE SECOND PRESIDENT OF THE REPUBLIC OF INDIA]who was a great teacher. On this September 5 I am paying tribute to 6 of my STAR TEACHERS whom I have ever loved, respected and of whom I have ever been proud as they were and are my great teachers of all times.
A Face Yet To Be Painted Bright...
The face of an old but still young man with a white beard At times flashes across my mind. But I know not the face much now Though a face it is.
Quiet Flows A Small River
Quiet flows a small river And a small boat floats on its silence. Nothing goes wrong for some time- Nothing at all goes wrong....
Namukkoru Onam Koodi - Yet Another Onam...
NAMUKKORU ONAM KOODI - MALAYALAM VERSION: Angane angane veendumoronam
A Glossary Of Poetic Words
I would like to re-submit this exhaustive list of terms associated with poetry and hope that members will make use of the list to understand different kinds of poetry in a better way.
Beware Of These Men, Love Vs Lust,
Young women learn it for yourselves It`s at times an illusion as some say This humbug of love of men whom you call dear In between the moments of living and dying
Come To Our Arid Lands
From our burning stomachs rises a shrill cry, Like a piercing storm gaining in force and fury With every passing moment, it becomes a tumultuous roar And falls back into all our ears loud and clear.
A Cat And Rat Game
In the world of many beautiful living beings we like to live Observing the sky and looking curiously at the rare visitors A squirrel, a sparrow, a parrot and a dragon fly.
Happy New Year To Dear Poem Hunter Frien...
Happy new year to you all.. Leave alone the degrees of its variation. Happy new year to you Because you are all dear to me.
The Farmer In Me.........
When I sow seeds My field screams out of a pain unknown, When my seeds go deep down My field sobs from within its heart unseen,
A Friend Unseen
He is my other friend.. A strange image but a tall one. He chit chats less, makes rare visits, And never eats with or says 'see you'.
Can Streams Flow Along The River Sides?
Can the streams run up to the oceans far? Can they run along the side of the rivers known? You were a river and I a stream Who flowed together once.
As The Third Eye Opens
The Third eye of God
Opens as yet another summer,
Across the lands of piled miseries
The flames of the cruel sun beat unravished!
Drought and thirst drive a tusker and a wild cat
Out of their frugile habitats
And the winged beauties fly off their burnt nests
And they all march unto the mouths of death!