Raman Savithiri Poems

(Sometimes I have come across few Indian Christians who love western nations more than loving India. Some non-Hindu Indians mocking at Indian idol-worship, the great heroes Krishna and Rama; Laughing at chastity of Mata Sita and heroine Panjali. Some Indian Muslims will rejoice when Pakistan wins in India-Pakistan match! This really hurts me and will hurt my Mother India also)
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Is India identified
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All of a sudden
Life becomes more meaningful
Nature’s display is more beautiful
Birds’ tweets are sweeter
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Majestic, high soaring eagle,
Shoots down the sea’s seething surface,
In a sec, a big fish writhes for life,
In the strong clutches of its claw.
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(This trial fails to measure the height of TAMIL and TAMILLAND in all its dimensions. Tamil literature is vast. Its depth is immeasurable.
I tasted just a drop! From time immemorial Tamil land clasps all, till today, whoever comes to make an esteemed living. Tamil Temples and related arts could not be spoken by me. I am just like an ignorant frog which does not know anything about lotuses though it lives with them!)

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One of my colleagues is remarkably extraordinary for her wit and wisdom without her our staff room would not have tasted joy in job. She co-ordinates parties without hurting anyone’s feeling. Bold to present our problems to higher authority…yet not haughty. Our staff room remains always as a merry place by her endeavour to have family atmosphere. She is a Christian; her husband is Hindu. Her mind is a blend of both religions radiating philosophy too.

Happy birth day to Mrs Queene Yadav
Her wisdom driving away any boredom,
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How will I tell my sorrow?
To whom will I tell my sorrow?

Heart breaks, body shudders
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Among cactuses thorny,
Stand stiff in many,
In a ruthless desert wood,
I try to grow sandalwood!
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You bestow
Some people with pride of having best parents.
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Like a wild jasmine in deep wood
My poems blossom from pensive mood
Like the petals draw out to sun rays
My thoughts turn into patterns by Your grace
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I agree honestly my love is not absolute
For I know not its taste!
True devotion, then, how will I radiate?
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