Biography of Minnoor srinivasan
Minnoor Srinivasan (1939) is one among the famous poets of Tamilnadu, noted for his dedication to Nature poetry. He is also one among the pioneers who took the cause of developing literature for the younger ones.
Avoiding nonsensical rhymes and absurd verbal gymnastics for children, he always uses lucid language with crisp phrases and catchy idioms. Both the form and content of his poems try to mend the young minds in the correct path to grasp lofty ideals and noble thoughts.
Minnoor srinivasan Poems
A School Boy's Wonder
Temple elephant All made in ivory It makes me wonder. Gandhi in the calendar
There Falls The Shadow
The sun peeps Out in the sky Creates shadows Big and small!
Fish, at their own sweet whim Softly glide, move and swim, Colors feasting frenzied eye, Make also fine attire simply
The Prattled Panchavarna Parrot
The parrot prattled The mass and the elite Gathered around. The parrot uttered:
Still the mind Instill the mind big In still mind You will find
How Dharma Charka Became Dharma Chakra
The dignity of India is hit. India is sobbing helplessly, As the ruthless hands of Dussasan, the villain called ADHARMA
Sect And Insect
Where knowledge is free Horizons extend! Brother and sister In that ever-extending space
Rainbow Is it the banner or festoon hung in the heavens, glorifying the rain? When the sun-light and the rain-filled clouds embrace - Perhaps the fond impress has brought the color-pattern!
Dream And Scheme
Meet and mingle Never be single Me and mine seeds of Ego!
Exist Find Exit
On the seashore Crabs galore Crawl and crawl One and all.
The sun beam flows mellow As tides of saffron yellow Bathing the lotus in pond; Still stands enchanting
Lit The Lamp
In the heart-cave illusory Darkness resides. The cave is grim in grave silence. Lit the lamp of Meditation.
The Swinging Soul
The question put to me By myself is this: Who writes poetry? Is it the silence in you?
Dust bin dust bin Put the rubbish in Throw not elsewhere!
Is it the banner or festoon hung in the heavens, glorifying the rain?
When the sun-light and the rain-filled clouds embrace -
Perhaps the fond impress has brought the color-pattern!
S it a silent communication saying that the wealth withers in
The momentary mundane living;
Is it a painting on the canvas of sky?
Or is it a bow without a string!
Is it the dream of a virgin?