Ravi Panamanna

Rookie - 431 Points (21/09/1956 / Ottapalam- Kerala State- India)

Ravi Panamanna Poems

1. My Hamlet 1/21/2009
2. Mother- A Caring Wind 1/13/2009
3. Obsequies 1/31/2009
4. The Banyan Tree 1/31/2009
5. The Deepness Of Motherhood 2/1/2009
6. The Builders 2/1/2009
7. Where Are Our Pleasant Dales? 2/1/2009
8. Unto All Generations 2/1/2009
9. The Flag Within Us 2/2/2009
10. The Right Seasons 2/2/2009
11. The Most Unkindest Cut Of All 2/4/2009
12. Surging Winds 2/4/2009
13. The Winds Of My Alma Mater 2/5/2009
14. Homeward Plods A Weary Ploughman 2/6/2009
15. The Tale Of Fallen Telegraphic Posts. 2/6/2009
16. The Dale Of Dearest Visions. 2/7/2009
17. Thomas Alva Edison's Boyhood 2/8/2009
18. To The Silent Night 2/8/2009
19. An Enchanted Kiss. 2/8/2009
20. Nicholus Coppernicus 2/9/2009
21. Michel Angelo 2/9/2009
22. When The Winds Began To Speak 2/11/2009
23. The Feathers 2/11/2009
24. A Tempered Wind 2/11/2009
25. Living Away From Springs. 2/11/2009
26. Oh! Cradle! Cradle! 2/13/2009
27. The Wedlock 2/13/2009
28. Timeless Space 2/13/2009
29. The Twilight Hues 2/14/2009
30. What Winds And Seasons Dared Not 2/14/2009
31. When The Winds Carried A Song 2/14/2009
32. Whimsical Look 2/15/2009
33. From A Crumbling Tavern 2/16/2009
34. Melting Moments 2/16/2009
35. Rushing Winds 2/17/2009
36. Books Are Immortal 2/19/2009
37. April 14- 1912 3/1/2009
38. An Election Scenario 3/1/2009
39. Seasons 3/3/2009
40. The Flower Of The Heart. 3/4/2009
Best Poem of Ravi Panamanna

A Note From Our Heart.

(This poem was recited on the eve of the retirement of our staff Mrs. Bilasini Vijayan on 31st Aug 2009. The poem is self explanatory) .

Upon these dales
We were one feather,
On a long flight being together,
In search of grains of life.

Upon these branches
We were one long chirp,
One melodious song being a harp,
In search of fountains of life.

The streams yonder,
The fields ripe and evergreen,
Those teeming winds,
And those harvesting seasons -

These were our endless meads,
Our throbbing heart,
Our happy days
And ...

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A Pilgrim Of Infinite

Unto the passing lights and evening hues,
Unto the endless waves of life,
He plays his Piccolo
To the tune of matchless olden times.

Against the sinking sun,
Against the waking moon
The Piccolo follows a song
And drops it among the passers-by.

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