Ravi Panamanna Poems

From realities who can escape
When the gales are blowing aghast?
Those are frenzied moments
And, a checkmate is imminent.
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(Peeping into his boyhood days
as I go around his places in London after reading his biography) .

As I pass these inns
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This is an old composition dating back to 04/04/1977 but I felt it relevant now when I heard that one of my colleagues......

Suicide is sweet
to nobody, I repeat.
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(Marriage blessings to a young couple) .

The winds are soft,
Spirits fly aloft.
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It is like drowning,
It is a race against the wind.
It is a prize below bronze
And is happiness like death!
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Unto the western skies
She is making her morning flight.
Unto the waters of life
She is opening out her wings.
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Unto the passage of time
He is making an enthralling chime.
Upon the banks of Thames
He is for centuries a living theme.
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I am a seed-
I was a fruit
I was a flower
I was a tree
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It is a common scene in these parts to see lorry loads of cattle being finally packed off in the following manner to reach the hands of a butcher. Is it not a sin to squeeze out their sweat and blood in this manner? When are we going to get out of our selfish motives?
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In a truck, in a heap,
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What is the voice of this world in truth?
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The voice of the world
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