Jayram Daya

Jayram Daya Poems

Where the ancestor's spirits lives forever
Saluting Madiba for his endeavour
The dawn of freedom colours the eastern sky
Awake South Africa it's my cry
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Seeing the smile on a pretty face,
Wanting to hear the steps that race,
Nostalgic smell I always chase.
Tasty kiss that wants to embrace,
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Red rose for you my dear
We are near this year
Fresh from the morning dew
I am due from the few
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Childhood enrolled fun and play
With a demand all was done
Neglect and habits had no say
When playing was all in one
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In all, I do from now on,
I'll light the lamp anew.
Like my very first preview
I'll chase it through and through.
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The lion never roars without a cause
Dawn breaks with the pride on the paws
In the wild go the hungry jaws
Courage and speed leaves no flaws
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When you looked down on me
I looked up with hope
When I raced with the ants
I saw your toes go bye
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I see the stretching lips
Lining the nose above
I see the rounding cheek
Covering the eyes around
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When hatred invaded a weak thought,
The mind was prepared for defeat.
It was the will that fought,
Anger attacked without retreat.
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Shadowing the eyes he looks
Far into the dusty land
The setting sun and the flying crows
Bringing the day to an end.
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In a passing parade
With a stern salute
Marches a soldier
For his countries glory
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Rays disturbs the sleepy darkness.
Humble devotee’s up in freshness.
Worshipers wait in respect.
Dew drops remains to protect.
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Palms together I bow in submission.
Lost and defeated I come to thee.
Lust, anger and greed ruined my minds caution.
Attachment and egotism is to flee.
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A feeling of acute despair,
With fear walking on the nerves.
A lump gathers in the throat,
With the mouth parched,
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Mother is an ocean of duties,
in a sea of love.
Fondness makes the waves, foam and bubbles,
in many waters.
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Tapping heals in a silent corridor
A musical melody so sweet
The lovely damsel tall in heels
Went bye when time stood still
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Lives coherence is a close contour of time
Nurturing every womb of the endless space
Finding mortality is the life in a matter
A universe nudges on its parallel scatter
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Jayram Daya Biography

I'm an engineer, an entrepreneur, a storyteller, a poet, an author, a painter, a photographer, a blogger, a philosopher, and a visionary. I like writing poetry, small stories, and my experience of life. I paint on canvas, specializing in oil paintings. Looking forward to publishing some of my life’s work in my retiring age.)

The Best Poem Of Jayram Daya

My South Africa

Where the ancestor's spirits lives forever
Saluting Madiba for his endeavour
The dawn of freedom colours the eastern sky
Awake South Africa it's my cry
A nation lazy and lethargic is a slave
A bright future is to save
Unity the hope of our future
Rise my people its time to toil.

Where the Lions roars in the jungles
And the Leopards seek its prey.
The buffaloes laze in the waters
And the rhino guards its territory.
Elephants graze the vast lands
Trumpeting the divine call
See Africa's big five
A land of nature's gift

Where gold and diamonds brings money
A country of milk and honey
Maize relives peoples hunger
Wines evoke joy and laughter
Grow sunflower for our oil
Nature rewards this fertile soil
Blessed you are to till this land
South Africa's wealth will expand

Where dark clouds gather on the horizon
Helped by the winds of change
The hot sun wait's the passer by
The rain brings wanted relive
With running rivers green goes our land
Gifted with all seasons
A land of divine choice
South Africa shall lives for ever

Where the two oceans meet
Embracing the mother city
Table Mountain is elite
Serves a vision very pretty
Many came from east and west
Made history sailing by
Near an island of contest
City of passion and beauty




Where freedom was taken and given
Many sailed the seven seas
Black and white is we
Living with predators and prey
Some stayed to live forever
Made a culture of today
South Africans is one nation
Proud and happy as can be

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Hunger has no religion and illiteracy is the mother of poverty

Truth has many branches, yet has one trunk with many roots.

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