Nandhagopal Ramachandiran Poems

He taught me how
to sow in the arable land of sweet words
the seeds of charity
to remove the weeds of harsh words
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Dream of a world free of germs
and forget all the infectious terms;
no need, perhaps, to wipe the nose;
no more shots of the vaccine dose;
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He taught me how to toil hard
in the intense hot summer
or chilling shivering winter
churning his efforts into building
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I set out my palette of thoughts
in passionate red, in warm orange,
in cheerful yellow, in angry green,
in sorrowful blue, in calm indigo
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Oh, my God! How can I reach you?
You are in high altitude;
Altitude, I try to climb up,
Up and up, losing my track;
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The inner pot agitates
As the cooker whistles thrice
Then for the fourth, fifth, sixth and nth times
Forgetting that the stove is on
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The pebble of exam is making waves
When dropped into the knowledge well
Let me not be a frog in the well,
While the water of wisdom rapidly swell(s)
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The darkness looms,
enforcing the call within
for the bright wise light.
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