Narayanan Ramakrishnan Poems

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1.
Crow Is A Beautiful Bird
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I wonder why, we have lot of crows that caw
Instead, why not we had lot of parrots that screatch;
Inplace, we have more to our eyes and add color more.
If that were so, our earth would seem more so green
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Empty Pocket
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Jewellery and luxury I abhor and undesire,
For it promotes consumption conspicuous and so unfair
Those who show off, I consider bizzare
To garner for them an importance, of air.
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A Bird's Eye And Heart View
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I am a roamer, hoping from tree to tree,
Morning to evening, with friends, all glea;
Fruits and nuts at our beaktip, no need to plea,
Rivers and lanes all below, no worries, care free.
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4.
Lost Love Regained
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The beauty of your face, still intact;
The curves and the mounds still attract,
The lips, so thin, urge another contact,
The eyes, emitting rays, for a fresh tract.
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5.
A Retitling Session
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We marry a girl who is, in no way, our sister
Or a girl marries a boy, in no way, her brother
How come, we call father-in-law and mother-in-law
Or a sister-in law or brother-in-law?
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6.
Foot Feels The Foot, Not
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Winner takes it all, everywhere it's the same.
Fame and dame, none to tame.
Dollors and euros, a cup more in his name,
Winner takes it all, all around it's the same.
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7.
A Longing For Long Blankness
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A great feeling is blankness;
It is for this we strive in its fullness,
Blankness is when we reach the pinnacle
Eyes so closed, everything blanked for seconds.
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8.
Coffins Of Goodness
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Thoughts crowding my heart
Of days lost in a trot;
A long way to go; time too short,
That too, very easy to part.
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9.
A Commoner
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One more day gone, fast and quick
Living cost up a kite, not tick by tick.
Pocket so thin and list too thick,
Vultures all round, to hook and pocket prick.
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10.
The Final Parting
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Brood writ on heart, I set upon the route,
Browsing, in the morn, that I knew the stored rude,
Memories flipped fast, of the days to the root,
Unexpected that happend, nothing but brute.
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