Vasanthi Papu

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The night is chill, deep and dark,
All rapt and serene though not me.
A little pigeon cuddling in the bark,
Beside its mother proves its glee.
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A pretty little girl stood under a tree
And let her mind wander free.
She battled to expel her endless pain;
But all her efforts ended in vain.
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Teachers with a unique teaching style
Will ever be remembered not for a while.
With a zealous spirit and readiness to strive
They keep the light in us burning alive.
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O Lord! My Heavenly Father! It’s me again;
Who invoke you for some great gain.
Here I place a mammoth plea for my mate,
Shower your blessings and alter her fate.
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AN EARNEST PRAYER
O Lord! My Lord! With folded hands and bent knees it's me again,
One evil force with all its might has wrapped this vast domain.
The prince and the pauper are entangled alike with its demon's rein
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MIRROR AND MAN
O Mirror! Proudly you adorn the wall
And reflect the outward image of all.
Be it a crowned head or slave you don't mind
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WISDOM OF LIFE
Life is too complicated to confront;
Often misconceived from what is meant.
Comrades may wait to pull you down;
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The Destiny Of Man
She was once a lady of hope and cheer
Moving around with no signs of fear.
Life was honey with her loving spouse
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RISE UP, MY LITTLE BOY
Lo! My little boy, don't you hear my call?
If you still hold sloth you are sure to fall.
Are you born merely to rest and rust?
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REAP WHAT YOU SOW
When the tyrant walked in the chief town
Men were forced to greet and bow down.
Some held flags with the logo of spears,
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Vasanthi Papu Biography

BIO-DATA Ms Vasanthi Papu, who hails from India is a poetess, writer and a teacher. She who holds the degrees M.A, M.Ed, M.Phil in English literature has been the resource person for various seminars organised by the Tamilnadu Educational Board, India. She stepped into the educational field in 1992 and since then has been rendering her service to the society as a devoted teacher.)

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Sleep! Just A Dream

The night is chill, deep and dark,
All rapt and serene though not me.
A little pigeon cuddling in the bark,
Beside its mother proves its glee.

Waking and tinkling at the night's alarm,
In through the pane, peeps the moon's ray.
Star light and stillness give a hypnotic charm,
In mental fog, here do I lay.

Ominous shadows, fiery ghosts show big face,
The major life's trauma, fatal torment so deep.
In fretful frenzy yet do I pace,
Depressed with solitude with none to weep.

O sleep! a welcome guest for the weary bands,
The poor man's wealth, a solace to man's heart,
You entangle the old, the infants of all lands,
Why so partial and forsake me apart?

O sleep! a little roof of dreams,
Girdle me whose heart is torn.
Move not thy heavenly grace as streams,
Come, linger in me where grief is born.

O sleep! a good tribute shall I pay,
Than all the cherubs can lend.
For all I ask is your gentle long stay,
And mettle to meet the silent end.

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