Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya
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Justice begotten in exchange is no justice,
For, exchange is trade,
A distressing gain through loss;
Justice is inherent right,
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The sun in clouds,
Dim, dull and subdued outside,
Has ever lost his fierce sunshine?
The layers of clouds
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Who created this beautiful world?
What a harmony and perfection!
Who thought this beauty, who brought it out?
Who is he that perfected it?
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Idle, semiconscious winter fog
Settles heavy on deforested nude,
Grey and dull, everywhere, dull lull;
Spine-chilling cold, blinding grey fog,
...
They surface from roadside pot-holes,
From cracks of walls and street corners,
From mysterious creeks
With fire-spewing guns in hand
...
Life is what you make of it,
Like raw clay, lithe, soft and wet
And waits your hand to play on it
With the labour of creative flight
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All over this mammoth Earth,
There is nothing like death;
All over this mammoth Earth,
Nothing escapes death
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Win the world by love, not by war,
For, no wars are ever Won;
Win the world with heart, not with arms,
For, no arms ever win the world.
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Honesty is hallowed straight road,
Though dull, tiresome and slow;
A sure road to reach one's goal,
Though fruits come in bits and sweats.
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Several steps I climbed, some more to climb
Along the course of the timeless time,
Doors are open to lead in blind blinkers
Through the jigsaw-paths of the dreary future;
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Once in an age
Comes birthday, reminds
How once years back
I built bridge to this world.
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0, now the time rings the bell,
It is the time of farewell;
0, the present dips to the past,
It's halt to the roll of time at last.
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A giant rock, atop a hill,
Arrogantly rises to infinite sky:
Stands upright in lonely splendour
In dazzling backdropp of the lighted heaven,
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Forgive, Never forget,
To be wise;
Only dull-head
Forgives and forgets
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Nataraja,
The lord of fierce cosmic dance
In all consuming celestial rhythms
Of infinite and nought,
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Bits blend
To realize the whole,
As forms bond
And constitute beauty.
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Nothing tides as it should be,
Fro, reasons fall to short to reach,
Desires, too cool and lame to rise
To the magic field of ripening
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Some memories are so deep that you never forget,
Like perfect carvings on shapely granite;
Thick layers of dust and mud indeed deposit
On lively, neat forms in course of ceaseless time;
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Tiny drops in unceasing streams
That drip from rolling thick black clouds,
Sit on lap of mother Earth
And sink to her heart in warm streams;
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Dawn's dew-fresh rays flow like silent breeze
And hide in day's bright eye till dusk falls;
Profound thoughts from bright cool mind
Shoot in whimpers to win battles and wars;
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Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya Biography
Praveen Kumar with his more than three decades of government service at senior levels and as a poet of seventeen published collections and as an author of six volumes on matters of governance and administration is a familiar face in Indian intellectual circuits. His more than 30 contributions on governance and administration to prominent national dailies like The Hindu, Indian Express, Deccan Herald and Times of India and other periodicals and journals were extremely popular and often sensational by their innovative unorthodox thoughts. He retired from Government Service as a Senior Police Officer after 31 years of service that covered assignments as Director of Food and Civil Supplies Enforcement, Deputy Commissioner of Bangalore City, State Intelligence in charge of Foreigners, Coastal Security Police and various assignments in CID inter alia. Born in Mangalore as the eldest son of Shree R.D.Suvarna and Smt. B.Sarojini, Praveen Kumar graduated in Science from St. Aloysius College, Mangalore, going on to obtain post-graduate degree in Literature from Mysore University. He also holds post-graduate diploma in Business Management as well as Higher Diploma in Cooperative Management. He also attended six advanced courses at the National Police Academy, Hyderabad. His Poem, 'Justice' figures in Karnataka IX Standard Second Language English Text Book from the 2013-14 Academic Year.)
The Best Poem Of Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya
Justice
Justice begotten in exchange is no justice,
For, exchange is trade,
A distressing gain through loss;
Justice is inherent right,
Though wrapped in black packs
In dark hall of race for survival
Like gold strains bound in mud
Till exploited;
She is cool like ice
And still like rock;
No easy road to charm her soul
While hardship makes her no more justice.
She, in inaccessible moon,
She, in inaccessible moon,
She, in inaccessible moon,
A charming dream of undying hopes.
She appears by disappearance
And cracks confidence;
You feel her flight outward
While strange shadows dull your Self;
You cannot catch her back,
You cannot catch her back,
For, in outward flight, she sinks to darkness
Where eyes blind
And distance rises;
Your hands, raised for justice,
Grope in hopeless void till strain
And give up unending fight forever
As dreams never win realities of deceits;
You see her in shades
In gloom's dark sea;
She surfaces from night's unending darkness
Like hopeless inaccessible mirage
In your eyes
While the world sees there plain darkness;
She is unseen to all
She is unseen to all, but,
You, who lost her out;
Men seek justice
In passion's thousand hues,
As she is invisible otherwise;
Aye, justice hides from justice
And breeds injustice.
Why justice is shackled to greed and bribe?
Why justice is fished out from popular mood?
Lost in thick jungle of lightless night,
Like rat, caught in the sack of death,
Like deer, caught in lion's lair,
She never reaches Self by herself.
Justice is the just haunt of nature's all games
What man for his crave molests and tames.
Justice must be just for all to see
In glow of crystal brightness
And impose herself in natural ease
Like flood seizes low-lying lands
And fill all pits of man's callousness;
It is justice of course,
It is justice in natural haunt,
That none gain by trade
Nor lose ever.
For, justice that limps in darkness is justice dead,
A corps you can never infuse life with.
Alas, justice lives feeble life
And yields to injustice in comfort;
It haunts as ghost after death
As if seeking rebirth
To live again weightless life
With no passion for just path,
Nor for anything just and fair.
Justice with no heart for truth,
Justice with no dash for right cause
Is justice dead indeed.
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