Ramesh Iyengar

Freshman - 641 Points (15-03-1969 / Paramakudi)

Ramesh Iyengar Poems

1. Of Payment & Procrastination 10/25/2007
2. The Mamsapuram Saga 3/28/2008
3. The Voice Of A Bird 3/28/2008
4. The Disaster 3/28/2008
5. The Poetry For Farewell Day 3/28/2008
6. The Scent Of His Ladylove's Hairlock 3/28/2008
7. Letter Of Leave Of Absence 10/12/2009
8. Blessings From Hymen 10/21/2009
9. Here Ends Another Sea Day 11/1/2009
10. Down The Memory Lane 3/17/2010
11. A Sonnet On An Unknown Rascal 3/17/2010
12. A Sonnet On ‘ Conjoined’ Sisters 3/19/2010
13. Allah ! Allah ! 6/2/2010
14. Of My Town And Men I Sing 11/21/2006
15. The Weavers Of My Town 11/21/2006
16. The Milkman Mr. Vanniyan 11/21/2006
17. What I Price The Most 11/21/2006
18. A Loaf Of Bread & Three Pints Of Water 11/21/2006
19. Another Winter Evening And Hot Tea Cups 11/21/2006
20. To Mom With Love........ 11/21/2006
21. I Was Green Once Or The Tale Of A Tall Mountain 11/21/2006
22. Of Subtle Things That Skipped Your Notice 11/23/2006
23. A Sonnet To My Employer-2 7/28/2007
24. A Sonnet To My Employer-4 7/28/2007
25. Sonnet--Breakfast In Gurunathan Cafe 4/19/2011
26. Susila And Sambar 5/29/2011
27. Breakfast In Gurunathan Cafe (A Sonnet) 5/30/2011
28. A Commissioner’s ComplaİNt 6/28/2011
29. Sonnet - Unpaid Commissioner 6/28/2011
30. A Plea 7/14/2011
31. Resignation 8/23/2011
32. Sonnet -14 (A Counter Petition) 3/1/2012
33. April & May 3/20/2014
34. Sonnet – Prior Notice 3/22/2014
35. Resignation Of A Teacher 4/5/2014
36. A Tutor Leaves The School 4/5/2014
37. Human Sandwich 2/2/2015
38. A Sonnet On The Occasion Of Betrothal Of A Pal 4/24/2015
39. Vadakkangulam Village 6/30/2015
40. The Windmill 6/30/2015
Best Poem of Ramesh Iyengar

Obituary By A K Ramanujan

Father, when he passed on,
left dust
on a table of papers,
left debts and daughters,
a bedwetting grandson
named by the toss
of a coin after him,

a house that leaned
slowly through our growing
years on a bent coconut
tree in the yard.
Being the burning type,
he burned properly
at the cremation

as before, easily
and at both ends,
left his eye coins
in the ashes that didn't
look one bit different,
several spinal discs, rough,
some burned to coal, for sons

to pick gingerly
and throw as the priest
said, facing...

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The Voice Of A Bird

The voice of a bird

Freedom is my birthright.
Captivity does me never suit.
Being a prisoner is no joy.
Must I surf the winds in a buoy.

A cage is no place for me.
Lovely blue sky is my acme.

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