K. V. Venkataramana Poems

Whenever a flower
Blooms,
It takes care
To look smart, fresh,
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I am only a bee
Sucking at the flowers of
Virtues of humanity
And deriving my
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As an elder,
My thoughts are centered
On my young child;
But, as a child,
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I may die a physical death later,
But I do not want to die
A mental death in advance.
Like a flower
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It will not be
A real death for me
If I stop breathing,
Because I will still live in
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You nurture an ambition
Of becoming great;
You cherish the hope of
Helping the poor;
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Myriad poems
Took birth in my mind,
But a few of them
Died of my neglect.
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On the vast lawn
My child and I
Sit together
And observe Nature.
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A moment of anger
Is enough to cause
A monumental tragedy;
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