Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,

Gold Star - 16,365 Points [Dr John Celes] (14-2-1957 / Coimbatore, Tamilnadu, India)

Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D., Poems

1881. Senryu-39 8/9/2011
1882. Live In The Present 8/9/2011
1883. Senryu-43 8/10/2011
1884. Senryu-45 8/10/2011
1885. Senryu 351 8/27/2011
1886. Senryu-361 8/28/2011
1887. Senryu-362 8/28/2011
1888. Senryu-359 8/28/2011
1889. India’s ‘i’m Anna’ Movement 8/28/2011
1890. Senryu-360 8/28/2011
1891. Senryu-353 8/27/2011
1892. Senryu-355 8/27/2011
1893. An Indian Dream Comes True 8/28/2011
1894. Senryu 363 8/29/2011
1895. Senryu 364 8/29/2011
1896. Senryu 365 8/29/2011
1897. Senryu 366 8/29/2011
1898. Senryu 367 8/29/2011
1899. Senryu 368 8/29/2011
1900. Senryu 369 8/29/2011
1901. Senryu 370 8/29/2011
1902. Senryu 371 8/29/2011
1903. Senryu 372 8/29/2011
1904. Senryu 373 8/29/2011
1905. Senryu 374 8/29/2011
1906. Senryu 375 8/29/2011
1907. Senryu 376 8/29/2011
1908. Senryu 377 8/29/2011
1909. Senryu 378 8/30/2011
1910. Senryu 379 8/30/2011
1911. Senryu 380 8/30/2011
1912. To A Teacher Of Teachers (In Paediatrics) 8/31/2011
1913. Senryu-392 8/31/2011
1914. Senryu-389 8/31/2011
1915. Senryu-393 8/31/2011
1916. Senryu-390 8/31/2011
1917. Senryu-387 8/31/2011
1918. Senryu-383 8/30/2011
1919. Senryu-384 8/30/2011
1920. Senryu-385 8/30/2011
Best Poem of Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,

Sonnet: A Lost Friendship

You were my friend then: now almost stranger!
Our friendship appeared once very glorious;
What happened meantime, gives me great anger;
Our friendship no longer remains serious.

Fool you were, to be misled by others,
Who drove a giant wedge ’midst our friendship;
Cut off is our friendship, which me bothers;
A nadir has come in our relationship.

What years of intimacy have been lost?
You’ve been foolish, very much on your part;
Our friendship today is just but a ghost;
Won’t your eyes see the true love in my heart?

Dear friend however,...

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Sonnet- My Advice To All

'Just start your life afresh, Forget your past.'
'Its bitterness, griefs, struggles, woes and all, '
The Snail must be off its shell-home at last;
For everything, don't ever build a wall.

The world is good and bad; What can we do?
We cannot go against the tide for long;
But, if you can, nothing can prevent you;
From singing happy or a plaintive song.

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