Ramesh Iyengar

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

Ramesh Iyengar Poems

41. Pre-Dawn 11/14/2015
42. The Junkwallah 11/15/2015
43. Guru 2/12/2016
44. Streetlight 2/14/2016
45. Blooms In Bamboo Plate 2/16/2016
46. Demand 2/23/2016
47. ‘ A Leafy Parrot ' 2/24/2016
48. The Buttermilk Vendor 2/26/2016
49. Cricketing Summer 3/8/2016
50. Corn 7/16/2016
51. Recyling 8/8/2016
52. Invocation 9/13/2012
53. Sonnet 3/1/2012
54. Sonnet - 15 ( A Counsel's Complaint) 3/1/2012
55. Allah 9/8/2008
56. Letter Of Leave Of Absence 10/12/2009
57. The Scent Of His Ladylove's Hairlock 3/28/2008
58. The Weavers Of My Town 11/21/2006
59. Of Subtle Things That Skipped Your Notice 11/23/2006
60. Lunch-Time Politics 11/24/2015
61. Just Born Today 11/24/2015
62. Lunar Secrets 11/24/2015
63. Farewell Party - Sonnet 2/24/2014
64. A Sonnet On Subash 3/11/2010
65. From Chimpanzee To Kfc 6/13/2008
66. Routine 7/16/2011
67. Of Payment & Procrastination 10/25/2007
68. Matrimonial Suit - Sonnet 2/26/2013
69. Vote Of Thanks On A School Cabinet Induction Ceremony 2/16/2010
70. An Ode On Urination 11/21/2006
71. Ghost At Twelve O’ Clock 8/26/2015
72. Joining Report To Join As A Press Reporter 4/6/2012
73. Alone 8/28/2015
74. Ayyanar Waits For A Year 11/14/2015
75. Go On Windmills; Go On Windmills ! 9/21/2015
76. The Ghaghra In Spate - A Poem By Keki N Daruwalla 9/11/2012
77. When Buddha Woke Up... 3/3/2016
78. Small-Scale Reflections On A Great House 10/2/2012
79. Obituary By A K Ramanujan 9/24/2012
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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