I' am a student of Eighth standard 'C' section in Kendriya Vidyalaya No.1, O.F.T., Trichy. My family is of five members. Father- P.Nallathambi, mother- N.Kalaivani, elder brother- N.Sowjanyan, myself and younger brother- N.Madhumithran. I started to write poems in fifth standard. I published my poem for the first time when I was in seventh- 'The Work of the Sky' in the school magazine. more »
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Nallathambi Paramahamsan Poems
Poor Of The Poorest
The world is full of darkness, And the light is lying dead When a person’s happiness is less, And this is sorrow’s bed.
The Work of the Sky
The sky lost the sun, Lost the bright rays of light, The sky gave birth to the night, As its company,
The Modern World
I saw a great building, Beside the setting sun, Was standing as bold as a king, And there, I found trees to be none.
The Dream World
The colourful world of bright flowers, Cover the hills that take half of the world, And the other half full of water; That would take time to cross just in hours,
I was under a date tree, Waiting for some dates to fall, I wanted it for free, And it did not fall at all.
Respect is by our obedience’s palace, Helping is by our kindness’s bin, These things are not only by a person; Who is said to be pious,
Oh! A very difficult mystery, Even for the detective Sherlock Holmes, Is endeavored to solve in a hurry, Many believe it is by phantoms;
I sat shivering in my bed at night, And mistook everything as ghost in my sight, I could not challenge my fear for a fight, And I was so eagerly waiting for a ray of light.
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Poor Of The Poorest
The world is full of darkness,
And the light is lying dead
When a person’s happiness is less,
And this is sorrow’s bed.
This is the pity state of life,
Of the poor who are far relatives of money,
And it affects them like a knife,
And this population can be described as many.
Not only them,
There are people very rare of poverty,
But they are the poorest as they lack happiness’s gem,
Even they lack the happiness of their own liberty.
This is all because they have entered greed’s flames,
That made them lose their merry berries,