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Rekha Menon Poems
Where the grass kisses the earth, For its everlasting beauty. Where the sun touches the mountain, To admire this land's greenery.
Imperfect me, Looking for perfection, Is lost in a world of superficial beings. Life seems no more easy,
I lost her on this day, Or rather I gained her, In a new form on this day. I keep her alive in my life,
World without boundaries, Nature without human tampering, Oh life, is it just a dream? Or a craving from within.
God Lives In Us
There was a knock at my conscience tonight, As I was trying to end my day with a smile so right. There seemed to be someone asking me,
Hope is a joy, That we treasure in our heart. A life unseen, We tend to live,
Out of size and out of shape, She still looks so beautiful, In her new silhouette. Her stomach bloated all around,
Life is a strange way that we pass through, To get to the destination of death. We play different roles in our life, Not knowing that the strings of our life are held by God.
Pleading For Life
Marching towards a new life, Devoid of pain and suffering, Oh! I can’t bear this pain Because it is killing me from within
Ray Of Hope
When everything seemed to vanish in the dark, There was a ray of hope from somewhere, Trying to hint that its not over as yet. Shall I call it God's way,
Lasting happiness that brings peace, And at times pain, Bunch of emotions that human mind fails to recognise, Lost in a huge dilemma of life,
Wish I could go back in time to my childhood, When I found happiness in every little thing. Holding on to my father's hands, Gave me a sense of protection.
Its the song of soul, That binds many people, Into this relationship, That people call friendship
God was on a mission one day, He was tired of making the same old stuff every day. He wanted to create something new, That would add beauty and passion to the world around he knew.
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Where the grass kisses the earth,
For its everlasting beauty.
Where the sun touches the mountain,
To admire this land's greenery.
God's own country.
Or a heaven on earth.
Place full of mountains, greenery and streams,
Oh Kerala! God created you with utmost care.
Life seems to be synchronised in this land with nature,
Every living being lives here not for mere existence.
Truly a heaven in its real form.
Oh Kerala! I wonder how you were born.
Stream flowing through the mountain,
Seems to pass on the message of everlasting bonding.