Ravi Panamanna

Freshman - 731 Points (21/09/1956 / Ottapalam- Kerala State- India)

Ravi Panamanna Poems

1. Mother- A Caring Wind 1/13/2009
2. The Annals Of Life 1/19/2009
3. My Hamlet 1/21/2009
4. Seasons Beyond Count 1/28/2009
5. A Pilgrim Of Infinite 1/28/2009
6. A Ticket From The Heavens 1/31/2009
7. Upon This Grave 1/31/2009
8. Yours Affectionately 1/31/2009
9. Obsequies 1/31/2009
10. A Legendary Traveler 2/1/2009
11. The Builders 2/1/2009
12. Where Are Our Pleasant Dales? 2/1/2009
13. Bombs And Tombs 2/1/2009
14. Unto All Generations 2/1/2009
15. The Flag Within Us 2/2/2009
16. The Right Seasons 2/2/2009
17. A Timeless Echo 2/2/2009
18. The Most Unkindest Cut Of All 2/4/2009
19. Surging Winds 2/4/2009
20. The Winds Of My Alma Mater 2/5/2009
21. Homeward Plods A Weary Ploughman 2/6/2009
22. My Living India 2/6/2009
23. The Tale Of Fallen Telegraphic Posts. 2/6/2009
24. Thoughts Before A Divorce 2/6/2009
25. The Dale Of Dearest Visions. 2/7/2009
26. Thomas Alva Edison's Boyhood 2/8/2009
27. To The Silent Night 2/8/2009
28. An Enchanted Kiss. 2/8/2009
29. Missing The Philosophy Of Life 2/9/2009
30. Nicholus Coppernicus 2/9/2009
31. Michel Angelo 2/9/2009
32. #sur Cette Tombe 2/9/2009
33. #les Annales De La Vie 2/9/2009
34. #nach Diesem Grab 2/9/2009
35. #vôtre Affectueusement 2/10/2009
36. A Poem Of Flesh And Blood 2/10/2009
37. When The Winds Began To Speak 2/11/2009
38. The Feathers 2/11/2009
39. A Tempered Wind 2/11/2009
40. Living Away From Springs. 2/11/2009
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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Seasons Beyond Count

Among these teeming hills
Mine was an endless pace.
Against the surging winds
Shoulders weighed my life.

Pacing along the ridge
I was living on the edge.
Along the course of edging rocks
Mine was a precarious track.

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