Ravi Panamanna Poems

Ring is to finger,
Bangles are to arms.
Crown is to head
Dress is to body.
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Oh! Poet of all poets,
Our salutations!
From thy pen
It was a divine flow
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I am writing umpteen verses
And my lass dances in grace.
I am glancing at the twinkling stars
And they whisper all our secret themes.
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At night
When she unveils her body,
A fragrance fills the air,
He is into the coolest springs.
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Somewhere is the cry for bread,
Somewhere is the cry for blood.
And the party flags are fluttering high
Forcing man to wander too low.
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</>Born in a distant land,
In an unknown dale,
These birds every season
Unto my shores make loving tweets.
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In this grave yard
Where ceases not fire,
Where ceases not lamentations,
I am for eons a silent witness.
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(Everybody has to face the following moments one day or the other in his life. Without positivism about future, nobody can practically get over those emotional strides. The following poem illustrates this aspect. The poem is my dedication on the eve of the retirement of my father-in-law. He is a person having enough poesy in his heart and rich values about life. As a Divotional Poet he was regular contributor to the magazine 'Bhakthapriya' (Published by Guruvayur Temple Devaswom) . Date of composition 28/10/1991)

The clock strikes five
And my sighs are gathering within me!
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The taste of salt is the pinch of life,
The sweetness of sugar, the wine of life
But the taste of Cyanide is death,
What if it were sweeter than sugar?
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AUX VENTS DE JEUNESSE DE L'HOMME

Un scintillement tiennent le premier rôle glissé à moi
Comme le regard enchanté thy.
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