Rajaram Ramachandran

Gold Star - 14,666 Points (13-7-31 (see reverse) / Chennai born, now at Juhu, Mumbai, India)

Marriage's Made In Heaven - Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

To make a glass cup
It takes few minutes,
But to break it up,
It takes split seconds.

We smell the rose
Not by crushing it,
But thro' the nose,
By handling it soft.

The baby with care
Her mother fondles
As she wants to share
Her love with kisses.

Likewise, a marriage
That's made in Heaven,
Confirms a life bondage
Between man and woman.

Marriage's a sacred institution,
A bachelor wants to get in
But feeling it a great burden,
Thereafter, out he wants to run.

The wife's like a rose
The husband should feel,
And he is like a glass
With care she should handle.

Any divorce, will there be
If each one respects,
Whatever any difference be,
The other one's feelings?

Will the Heaven pardon
If they break their ties,
Violating its sanction,
For few silly reasons?


Comments about Marriage's Made In Heaven by Rajaram Ramachandran

  • Rajendran Muthiah (7/1/2017 12:15:00 AM)


    O great Poet! You compare the woman to the sweet smelling rose and the man to an easily breaking glass if dropped. Wonderful Sir! (Report) Reply

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  • Kelly Kurt (4/8/2015 1:01:00 AM)


    A wonderful poem, Rajaram. Thank you for sharing.
    Peace
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  • Brian Jani (5/5/2014 5:02:00 AM)


    Nice idea (Report) Reply

  • Ashraful Musaddeq (5/29/2009 9:29:00 PM)


    'The wife's like a rose
    The husband should feel,
    And he is like a glass
    With care she should handle.'

    I am delighted with your wonderful idea! 10+++
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  • (7/25/2008 8:05:00 PM)


    I have to agree basically with the numerical rating if this written piece. Basically
    because the reading of any piece should be a pleasurable experience and the
    reading of this was not that pleasurable. It contained no friendly reading elements. This removes the beauty. Whatever the skill of the writer, it is hidden
    by the pieces lack of rhythm.

    GW62
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 17, 2003

Poem Edited: Monday, August 29, 2005


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