rajagopal haran Poems

An egg is hatched
The fledgling crawls out of its shell
Unable to see and unable to fly
Limps around in pitch black darkness
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Being toys so little
In the hands of the Maker
With a little happiness
Exercised by a few
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Shriveling the spirit
Without healing in the vicinity
Transcending the suffering
Without scuttling of memories
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Is life unfair?

Looking for options
Without safe zones
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Tender music trumpeting thunder
Needle rain declaring devastation
Stationary souls enacting cosmic binding
Berated lover pines for the love
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(Dear Readers: I know the deadliest cancer…our mother was a martyr who died at an age of less than 40 years after battling for more than 6 years.
As God is merciful, he wants to keep our memories green; another close relative is under the deadly grip of cancer; her two young daughters along with us are witnessing the inevitable condemned death of their mother which can occur any moment)
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(Dear Mothers: I submit this poem at your feet as a mark of my love and respect for all the mothers; bless your son from wherever you are)

Not salaried for the full-time job
But mother, my love is the payment
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(Dear Readers
this is a tribute to the beauty of nature...creation which nobody can imitate...made this with Love)

The spent of the Red Sun
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His fate in his father’s words
Louis de Casabianca dead long ago
Flames lavished on the heroic blood
Father and son perishing in the ship!
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A span of 60 years
How many roles can I play?
Is it one, two, three, four or five?
Lost the counting in transit!
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