Biography of hariharans sundaram
The third in the family of six, from a middleclass family. My family was a great support to me in all my life. they have encouraged me all the way to write and this is one of the best pass times for me.
hariharans sundaram Poems
Loss Of Memory
I thank the loss of my memory Of those days when I had not a friend I am thankful to the memory Of those great moments when we are together
An Indian Farmer
An Indian farmer is born, lives & dies in debt. Luck, if any, in the lottery is his only bet. Loans, he is given by all & sundry. Against the land that isn’t wet but dry.
Television- The Idiot Box
The television they see the television they hear But that is what, I fear will bring the doom near! !
The Gift Of Life
You have but a life, yet you can live twice. Gift your organs and live yet again. Donate your eyes and gift a life with vision
Hospital Cures? ? ?
Hospitals are to cure you of your diseases. The aches, the pains and such kinds They are to relieve you of concerns about you, your family kith and kin ||
Little Things -Big Results
Little drops of water, makes the mighty ocean Little grains of sand, makes this mighty land. Little acts of kindness, brings tears of emotion Little notes of appreciation, brings the best in any situation
Memories - 2
Memories are bad Bad memories are worse Worse than that is the good time memories Memories that are never forgotten.
F R I E N D
Factually, one of the best moments Remaining in my heart of hearts Inevitably none other than you Evident from my action towards thou
Tax tax what a faux Tax tax never to relax Yet tax is always a must
Someone else! Someone else! ! ! Who is this someone else? Let us not pass this to anyone else! Let this person go away from our life… Let not everyone think “someone else…..”
New Year 2014
Two years –one going; one coming Zero problems & zero issues One wish for a great future Fo(u) rtune for today and for ever
Dad - Death Can Never Take You Away From...
Death took you away from us The permanence of this great loss Struck us like a thundering bolt And brought us back to earth with a jolt.
When Love Is Far Away
When love is far away, Every day seems longer. And as I write to you today, Our love grows stronger. I have but three words for you and they are
God created you, so that he could be near me. I respect you, for being the person you are. Right from my birth, you gave your heart
An Indian Farmer
An Indian farmer is born, lives & dies in debt.
Luck, if any, in the lottery is his only bet.
Loans, he is given by all & sundry.
Against the land that isn’t wet but dry.
The seeds he gets from his society for free.
Does not get him his required numbers of tree.
The water he gets from the dam is a trickle.
Creates a man who isn’t anything but a fickle.