Biography of Narendra Kuppan
Narendra Kuppan Poems
A Good Teacher
A good teacher is one, who teaches with love. A good teacher is one, who corrects students and makes them grow instead of shouting and making them slow. A good teacher is one, who makes things to flow. A good teacher is one, who gets things done as and when.
Life is a game. Fate is an umpire. You are a player. In your play fate is not a true umpire.
We are always blind. Why should we be blind instead, we can be kind. We are always blind to sufferings of the poor.
Why I Write
I always write and write to bring light to the mind, which is not kept bright I write and write to make people’s thoughts bright.
Life is a journey from once proximal end to other. Life is a journey you are the traveller.
Love is what, which made me cry. Love is what, which made me fly. Love is what, which made me feel shy. Love is what, which made me smile.
Whenever I was failing, my spirit was falling. Once I tasted success, my spirit brimmed like fountain. When I was failing, I was thinking life was only full of grief.
To My Mother
OH! My mother, you are my dear. OH! My mother, I’ am here because of you, my dear.
My aim is my dream. I always dream about my aim. And dream and dream about my aim. My aim is not to dream, which comes and goes.
Ages To Ages
Work was with pain those days Work was with lot of pain, but with less gain. Work was with lot of pain and more strain.
Life Is A Game
Life is a game, play it. Life is a game, you are the player. You are in the game for nothing, but only to play.
Kidscorner 1 (Rhymes)
It is season of rain, now sun won't shine. Now the cloud feels shy and starts to cry. That is why it starts to rain. This comes high from the sky to wet plants and make flowers bloom.
Kidscorner 2 (Rhymes)
Ding dong ding; ding dong ding Ding dong ding; ding dong ding Tik tik tik; tik tik tik. By saying tik tik tik, ding dong ding clock goes on and on.
We were in the night train. Engine pulled the train in the never ending line. We were sitting in orderly line. I was next to the window pane.
Song Of Will
When I travel in a train
I just give my ears to listen engine’s pain.
But I hear no pain except engine pulling the train in the joy, has peacock in the rain.
When engine’s wheels are rolling on a parallel line, which goes up a hill, then again I intended to listen the pain, as train went towards the up stood line.
Again I heard no pain instead; I heard a song of will, a song of pull.
Again and again I heard song of will, which helped engine to pull.