Biography of rajendran muthiah
born in an agricultural family to illiterate parents.Studied in a Government High School in Tamil medium of instruction. Qualifications: B.Sc(Physics) , M.A(English) , M.Phil(Education) &PGDTE(CIEFL)
Retired as the Headmaster of a TamilNadu Governement Higher Secondary School.Leading a satisfied life in the suburban area of Chennai, TamilNadu, India.I have three children and they have one each.
rajendran muthiah's Works:
Some of my poems have been published in some literary journals, University publications, Websites etc.,
My maiden book of verses will soon hit the market.
rajendran muthiah Poems
A Corrupt Politician Committed Suicide
When the corrupt politician was shut behind the bars, he roared in anger in a language couched in figures and metaphors:
A Bird Sanctuary (Vedanthangal-Tamilnadu...
The calls of birds Of hues varied lull all to sleep. Vedanthangal(Shelter of the Hunters) ,
A Great Fall In A Dream
She swept me up to the dreamy sky. Riffs of her music filled my heart. In her close embrace, I swooned. Hugged me and kissed me.
A God Particle has the name, Higgs Boson. Higgs Boson gives mass to a particle. A particle nearby acquires more mass. The mass of a particle is the amount of matter.
The Aussies might practise racial abuse on those who in public places embrace and kiss. To kick and punch the brown they seem resolute from stopping them, the rhythm of life, they pollute.
Descend To India, All Of You!
O my Lord Siva, the luring Dancer! If I bring to your notice the fallen value of Rupee against the Dollars, which has triggered a spiral of price rise,
Keeps Affecting Me Deep!
When his friends are roaming in shoping malls, he is in the library, sinking in Shakespeare, and not noticing me in the opposite seat. When his friends crave for a glance from me,
The Merciful Hand Of America
Sad are the hearts which watched in calm when the surrendered and the bravely stood tigers, the civilian Tamils of Eelam of SriLanka were maimed, butchered and raped
What To Say?
When he has been a celibate for ten years, since his wife fell ill, and if she asks, ' Would you stay celibate if I died? ', what he can say to his faithful wife.
I Never Ever Miss You, Dear!
Losing my comrades in the gunfight with the extremists in the North East of India, I wended my way through the wooded hills, day and night with weeping sores in my thighs;
Two Corrupt Leaders Seize Power In Turn
He is jealous of her swindle; she envies his looting. The courts whip them in open yet they rule alternately.
Beauty Of The Hills
Single Dad And Single Mum
The English-speaking countries seem to be well-off for single mums. For flimsy reasons, the dad goes off the family with someone else.
Nihilists And Naturists
O, you men and women of this world have a strong taste for naturism. The old is not gold; they are bold to give pose to the camera,
Dreams of my innocent childhood
never came true.
Crossing my youthful view,
stumbled a damsel new.
Exciting mind at once was
losing its taste in studies.
Vows I made to my mum
broke and fell to earth.