Supriya Prathapan

Supriya Prathapan Poems

Those were the best days of my life,
When fun and frolic was rife.
A refreshing realm of knowledge,
That was my college.
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It is a feeling which cannot be explained,
When your mind stops working and your heart is over-strained.
You are in a state of absolute delight,
And the face of your beloved always blurs your sight.
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‘All that glitters is not gold! ’
Yet it is believed and often told,
That ‘A thing of beauty is a joy forever’,
Then why does a beautiful woman need to be clever?
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Education is the key to success,
It is an ongoing process.
Each day of existence,
Adds to our knowledge, wisdom and experience.
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The man who showed us the road to emancipation,
Popularly known as the father of the nation,
An advocate of universal brotherhood and equality,
Yes, I’m talking about Mahatma Gandhi.
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Cricket is the game that brings together the whole of the Indian nation,
In this country it is often hailed as a religion.
Our cricketers, rarely, if ever, perform well abroad,
But, in India, they are treated like demigods.
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Woman of rural India courteous and dutiful,
Victim of Patriarchy, but Oh! So beautiful.

When she is born, her mother is called a sinner,
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It was a bright sunny day,
After all it was the month of May.
My friend and I stopped by a mill,
Everything out there was so still.
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If of English Literature, you are a connoisseur,
It is impossible to overlook the works of ‘William Shakespeare’.
Through poetry and drama, he earned his high repute,
The dead bard still reigns the literary world, without dispute.
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School is fun
In the playground, we play and run
School is fun
In the classroom, we study and learn
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11.

Spare some time to praise Mother Nature,
And she will ensure that you have a happy future.
Remember, she loves to avenge her ill-treatment,
Earthquakes and eruptions, floods and forest-fires are but shades of her temperament.
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Early in the morning, the earth seems to be lost in a reverie deep,
And most menacing mortals are asleep.
The birds start chirping, the dogs start barking,
And a benign breeze keeps blowing.
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When most mortals succumb to temptation,
Then why do we expect poor Mr. Politician to be an exception?
When government coffers are open for him,
Then why should he bother about idealistic whims?
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The transmission of messages through signals for communication,
Is known as Telecommunication.
In ancient times, messengers, pigeons and beacons,
Carried out long distance communication.
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Excessive energy, ingenious ideas and varying talents,
These are the traits of my darling students.
They live each day,
With the spirit and zeal, of a holiday.
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People People everywhere,
Not one with time to spare.
Everyone is in such a mad rush,
That no one bothers to even look at the people they push.
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It is a fact universally acknowledged,
By both the poor and the privileged,
That the people living in one's neighbourhood,
Know nothing about brotherhood!
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Relationships represent the commingling of hearts, souls and minds.
And they are of many kinds.
Most meticulous mortals say,
And several self-help books convey,
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19.

Anything in excess is bad,
But an excess of wealth, never makes a mortal sad.
Alas! A human being is never satisfied,
His needs, wants and desires are rarely ever gratified.
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Terrorism is the gravest problem in the world today,
The terrorist judiciously keeps logic at bay.
Violence is his biggest obsession,
He revels in causing large scale destruction.
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Supriya Prathapan Biography

Born and raised in New Delhi, India. Dabbled with many jobs and finally chose to become a school teacher.)

The Best Poem Of Supriya Prathapan

My College Days

Those were the best days of my life,
When fun and frolic was rife.
A refreshing realm of knowledge,
That was my college.

Funny friends and loving lecturers,
Freaky fundas and flexible study hours.
Riddles and rumors, gossips and giggles-umpteen,
Added spice to the junk I hogged at the college canteen.

I majored in English Literature,
And the subject suited my sensitive nature.
I was initiated into the world of stories, poems and plays,
Each lecture set my imagination ablaze.

My college was a literary paradise,
Where I learnt to critically analyze,
Every text that came my way,
Be it poetry, prose or play.

Free from the fetters of school,
I willingly jumped into the knowledge pool.
Where education was mixed with entertainment,
At college learning was never a punishment.

Supriya Prathapan Comments

khadar 20 January 2018

nice very good awesome

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Supriya Prathapan Quotes

Life is like a dog, it will chase you down if you try running from it.

Alas! There can be no salvation without starvation.

It seems that everything that's tasty is unhealthy

Sarcasm is a sadist's favourite weapon.

One's destiny isn't actually destined, it is created.

'A leader who is easily misled by sycophants is not a leader at all'

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