Pratheek Praveen Kumar in Calm Reflections


Reflective Poetry - Poem by Pratheek Praveen Kumar in Calm Reflections

Tiger! What a ferocious beast!
On you, he will surely feast,
If he while hungry, catches you alone,
You will be reduced to skin and bone.

The lamb, Oh! What a sweet little thing,
Dumb, yet smart and innocent thing,
When it clings, its soft wool warmth brings,
When it brays, cuckoos join and sing.

Rose, what a beautiful flower,
Even Rapunzel had it in her tower!
It is even a sign for a lover,
Hark, you never see it in a creeper.

The world, a busy nest where all live,
Of heights, people strive, and pools, people dive,
The World is filled with bumps and dents,
With men and women, and Satan and saints.

King of all games is indeed tennis,
Played and enjoyed by masters and dames,
That builds stamina and keeps off stress,
Every day who plays it sees health and bliss.

Rain, oh! What a cool shower,
Pours from heaven, people run for cover,
Rain, oh! How cool you feel,
When it sweeps with thunderous gale!

Mother, an endless spring of love and care,
Who, in her child's distress, willingly share,
Be it in lion, deer, horse, mouse or hare,
Mother is mother, for her little, she dares death's lair.

School is the place where people learn,
Where they delve in intellectual sojourn,
Teachers in school are very kind,
They help us to improve our mind.

Up, Up, in the sky,
Birds do try to fly,
They chirp and sing,
And beat their wing.

‘Honesty is the best policy'
So, wise and great alike say,
So, if you serve and do speak honestly,
Honesty will save the day.

Many a literary magic spawned there,
In the indefatigable mind of Shakespeare,
He wrote famous plays like King Lear,
Macbeth, Othello, yes, Hamlet, to most, very dear.

India, what a beautiful land!
Filled with spices and lots of sand,
India, what a lovely place!
Where everyone turns his curious face.

Mother Teresa, a jewel in human kind,
Pure love on move, to all, she was kind,
Sufferings all round, stirred her noble mind,
Missionaries of Charity, for them, she nobly found.

Grand old ancestors of all, they swept the world,
Dinosaurs, big and small, like mythical flood,
Everywhere they were, made all others fade,
They rose to treetops or simply hid ‘neath grass blade.

Computers, a true blessing to man,
Of what everyone fast becomes a fan,
Space bar, Enter, mouse and disks,
Computer a pal, everyone likes.

Bright and early, the Sun rises high,
And goes up and up in the sky,
He stirs life, people rise, trees move, birds fly,
While lazy people, still in their bed, lie.

Holiday! Oh! My heart swells with joy!
As if I play with a heavenly,
Holiday! Oh! What relief!
Though the holiday is for a day and brief.

Science for man is a cosmic gift,
It gives the man intellectual lift!
The magic of science is indeed great,
Even though it bound man to its fate.

Life is a road of bumps and humps,
Each bump and hump springs unexpected jump,
Life is beautiful, but full of thorns,
And thorns force life to unexpected turns.

Flowers, Oh! The replica of heaven is here,
Replete with colors, fragrance, radiant texture,
Flowers, Oh! What the bliss of perfection is here,
Complete with the beauty that seizes in leisure.

Friendship is the beginning of many a relationships,
That never fails in the turbulence of jerks and slips,
Friendship is sweet commitment, a true fairyland,
Where people meet and play with magic wand.

Stars in the sky twinkle at night,
When the sky is clear and dark for sight,
They dance in the sky in buoyant fun,
But run away when comes the royal Sun.

Good conduct, virtue must for all,
Be he a pauper or a king, or short or tall,
Good conduct is armour, that leads man aright,
And endears him alike to God and beast.

The kindest hearts of all is Buddha,
Who got enlightenment under the peepal tree,
He preached good conduct to become 'Siddha',
To shed the wheel of life and become forever free.

Short, stooping, simple man Gandhi was,
In bare loin cloth and thick wire frame glasses,
He spent hours on spinning wheel, toiled,
And did what battles for centuries failed.

My house is filled with joy,
And many and many a toy,
Sweet memories spring there from each wall,
And floors are so smooth that I playfully fall.

Books is my true and favourite friend,
With its astonishing facts enrich mind,
Comfort to me it do always gives,
And insights that from wrongs me always saves.

Father is indeed a very loving person,
And enormous is his love to his son,
Tell your father and the work is done,
Ask for food and he will give you a ton.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, on goes the clock,
Day and night for years without a block,
Some clocks are big and some are small,
But all in time's hall look equally tall.

War is a dreadful thing,
Death and destruction it does bring,
Be it for land or riches, war is wrong,
A swell of wastes, war is a devil's song.

Happiness is a great thing,
All seek it, be he a pauper or a king,
True happiness, unstained of jealous or hatred,
Swells while shared with those close and friends.

Blue is the sky on any sunny day,
And dark with clouds on a cool rainy day,
Warmth and depth of the glorious Sun,
Blend the sky with the passion of the moon.

A subtle and tender flame is love,
None knows when it flares, and how,
Love makes hearts and souls bond,
And contentedly dance in joy's pond.

Beauty, you are the cause of this world,
You dwell on all, on hills, on rain-bearing clouds,
Beauty, you are of differential kinds,
And dwell on face, and deep in minds.

Poems! Oh, the light to the world,
Though oft on face they look absurd,
Poems blend deep sense with rhyme and rhythm,
Fun indeed is writing a poem.

Ashoka, the prophet king of peace and welfare,
Saw his light amidst Kalinga warfare,
He shed his royal robe, yet ruled his land,
Not with royal decree, but with love for human kind.

Lion! Oh, What a ferocious beast!
Yet how splendid and royal is its gait,
Lion! Oh, What a look of strength,
Its grace and mane, its royal wealth.

Ambedkar in black spectacles,
For India made social justice a grand spectacle,
He, the light of India's Constitution,
In cause of self-honour roared like a lion.

Friendship, something none ever forget,
That transcends despise and regret,
True friendship of years of hard work,
In souls forever creeps and lurks.

Ramayana, the path of Rama,
A model human drama,
Goodness in suffering's wilderness lost,
Reemerges like gold, pure and bright.

Anger, the thorny enemy of humankind,
Clouds mind and shatters bond,
By its hard gusts of wind,
It uproots sanity, senses go blind.

Sleep! Freshness and sweet dreams,
Its peace makes soul sing joyful songs,
Sleep! Oh, a wondrous rest and quietude,
While soul dips deep in still solitude.

Patience is wealth, patience is growth,
Have patience and the work is done for you,
With patience you definitely achieve,
Whatever it is, with infinite joy.

War, the destroyer of all,
Of peace, poise and progress, it brings fall,
Peace builds bridges and trust
And leads there, where all is right.

Blue on a beautiful day,
With the patches of clouds in play,
The sky turns cloudy all of sudden
And gales sweep with fierce rain.

A lovely, lithe and dancing bird,
Peacock strides in grace and pride
When clouds gather and rain pours,
Its feather Lord Krishna's crown adores.

Truth is the essence of existence,
Truth is the length and breadth of life,
Truth is divinity, truth is true grace,
Who parts truth is off-track and unsafe.

Blue, blue, blue everywhere is sea,
Salty and blue wherever we see,
Vast and washed with whales and fishes,
Sea is deep with endless riches.

Birth, the melodious spring of life,
A spark that lights new world of self,
Death, the dark chasm of discord,
Makes to leave the wondrous world.

Trees are everywhere wherever we look,
Their green splendour is wondrous to look,
Their long brown branches support life
And make this world lovely and safe.


Comments about Reflective Poetry by Pratheek Praveen Kumar in Calm Reflections

  • (4/5/2012 3:49:00 AM)


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 5, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 7, 2013


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