prasanna kumari


prasanna kumari Poems

41. Do They Call Me Again... 2/13/2014
42. Nowhere 1/5/2007
43. Butterflies 2/20/2014
44. Hide And Seek 10/30/2006
45. Bubbles 12/11/2006
46. Grandfather 2/20/2014
47. Celebrating Silence 2/6/2008
48. Mirror 8/31/2006
49. Nursery Rhyme 9/30/2006
50. A Radiant Smile 8/8/2010
51. Children-An Obsession 10/29/2006
52. Epic Of Love 11/12/2011
53. War 9/6/2006
54. Man And Nature 9/5/2006
55. Age 10/18/2006
56. A Walk In The Woods 9/12/2008
57. Cactus And The Desert 5/24/2008
58. A P J Abdul Kalam-President Of India 4/13/2007
59. The Missing Wind 8/31/2006
60. Vanished Syllables 7/19/2012
61. A Piece Of Chalk 9/18/2006
62. Signature 10/29/2012
63. Tears 9/24/2006
64. The Lost Smile 12/31/2006
65. Smile-Once More 12/31/2006
66. (un) Beaten 9/21/2006

Comments about prasanna kumari

  • Nassy Fesharaki Nassy Fesharaki (2/26/2014 9:12:00 PM)

    Very nice, soft and sweet.

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  • Kavi Kulwant Singh (5/22/2007 4:41:00 AM)

    I have seen your poems.. There is a variety to a greater extent..
    Good writing..! ! Some of the poems are Great work of art.
    Kavi Kulwant Singh
    www.kavikulwant.blogpost.com
    www.poetrypoem.com/kavikulwant
    you need unicode to see my poems (in Hindi)
    I am adding here also..at poemhunter...(in Hindi)

  • Isaac Ray (2/2/2007 12:16:00 AM)

    Some of your works are really great as well. =] thank you for the comments on some of my older works. I appreciate it a lot. =] bye bye

  • Risha : Ahmed (9/28/2006 8:38:00 AM)

    This poem is beautiful, just fantastic.

Best Poem of prasanna kumari

(un) Beaten

Am waiting for you, my son
Between us time seems to stand still
I might have failed you, my son
Failed in transmitting love to fill

Once did tears stand like pearls
In my eyes, tenderness beamed
In my dreamy face(eyes) , a girl’s
Mirage, as wife, I a failure deemed

My mother, one for one and truly loveable
Suffering untold pain in life-giving joy
Gone now, but not gone her lullaby’s warble
I admit, ma, I am a beaten toy

My God, tender and kind, turned
His loving eyes towards me
I missed a beat, not responded
I feel a sense of ...

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Age

old age is young age
under red red flame of forest
life not a wastage

young age is old age
not under yellow canopy of flowers
life a wastage

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