Rajaram Ramachandran Poems

The four princes grew up well,
Strong, virtuous, brave and lovable,
As archers and warriors in every field
They were trained and moulded.
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The songs of Hanuman on Ram,
Kept Sita’s mind slightly calm.
She saw a monkey on the branch
That was on her keeping a watch.
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Bernadette’s lungs were hissing,
In between, she was wheezing,
During the best part of the night.
Francois saw her poor plight.
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The matter was taken
By the Chaplain Pomian
Then in all seriousness
To stop this madness.
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From that day, Bernadette went,
To the Grotto and was present,
Till the Lady appeared before her,
And continued to do her prayer.
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Fifteen days were over.
To the Grotto, for prayer,
Bernadette stopped going.
At Cachot, she was staying.
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'Mr. Pleader, you aren't a fool
Just to violate the rule,
But you're a criminal lawyer,
Aware of the King's Order.'
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Two weavers, the best of cheats,
To perform their brainless feats,
In His Majesty's Court, long ago,
Stood before a king for a show.
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The limit of lies, for a marraige, in the east,
Just a thousand, that is the least.
So many a wedlock ends in trouble,
Once a lie is pricked like a bubble.
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“Oh, mankind, listen,
You know, how I’m born
Made of what material? ”
Asked the poor Pearl.
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