Rajaram Ramachandran Poems

A thin edge there’s one,
Every moment, in between
A sane and insane man,
Break, any time, which can.
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Life isn't a bed of roses,
For us to cherish always.
The occasional prick of thorns,
Our Saviour unseen, it reminds.
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'I've no water or air,
I'm a ball of fire.
Don't come near.
You can't live here.
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Suka, the Ravan’s spy,
Who failed in his try,
Told Ravan to go for peace
And the war-cry to cease.
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The day the earth stands still
You know, what'll happen?
What'll happen to a running bicycle
When stopped by the brakes sudden?
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There was a village milkman,
Selling milk in the nearby town.
Pot for Pot and cup for cup,
Milk and water, he mixed up.
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It was a family of two,
The citizens well knew,
That the hubby had no voice,
The wife being the boss.
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If you stand at the ground level,
You’ll see objects, big and small,
But from the top of a skyscraper,
To the size of ants, they appear.
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The citizens and the army,
Reached a state of joy,
To see all the four princes,
Along with the three queens.
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“Mr. John, do you plead guilty,
Or, say for this theft not guilty? ”
The judge asked the young thief,
At the end, this question in brief.
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