Ratnakar Mandlik

Gold Star - 71,827 Points (Aug.29,1950 / Hyderabad(A.P.) , India)

Ratnakar Mandlik Poems

1. Oh Fool Return The Philtre 11/2/2011
2. Romance With Democracy - 3 11/17/2011
3. Romance With Democracy - 10 11/27/2011
4. Epic Of Life -15 10/3/2012
5. Epic Of Life-16 10/3/2012
6. Epic Of Life -17 10/4/2012
7. Epic Of Life -19 10/4/2012
8. Epic Of Life -20 10/4/2012
9. Epic Of Life -21 10/4/2012
10. Epic Of Life -22 10/4/2012
11. Epic Of Life -23 10/4/2012
12. Epic Of Life -27 10/6/2012
13. Epic Of Life -28 10/6/2012
14. Epic Of Life -29 10/6/2012
15. Epic Of Life -30 10/7/2012
16. Epic Of Life -12 10/3/2012
17. Romance With Democracy -7 11/20/2011
18. Symbol Of Life 11/20/2011
19. Pain Is My Beloved Joy A Pal 11/20/2011
20. Romance With Democracy - 4 11/17/2011
21. Romance With Democracy - 8 11/22/2011
22. Objectivism In Nutshell 11/23/2011
23. Romance With Democracy - 9 11/27/2011
24. The Artificial Boundaries 11/29/2011
25. Romance Of A Socialist 12/12/2011
26. When The Tranquility Rules 2/15/2012
27. Epic Of Life-3 10/1/2012
28. Epic Of Life- 5 10/1/2012
29. Epic Of Life -8 10/2/2012
30. Epic Of Life -11 10/3/2012
31. Epic Of Life -13 10/3/2012
32. Epic Of Life -18 10/4/2012
33. Epic Of Life -26 10/5/2012
34. Epic Of Life -25 10/5/2012
35. Epic Of Life -32 10/7/2012
36. Epic Of Life -31 10/7/2012
37. Epic Of Life -9 10/3/2012
38. Onslaught Of Famine 3/29/2013
39. The Chase 11/1/2011
40. The Puzzle -Part-I 11/1/2011
Best Poem of Ratnakar Mandlik

A L O N E

Man is mortal and death is certain
So my beloved remove all the curtains
Hanging between you and reality
My boy mind well, it is your duty.

As a kid you belonged to your parents
Youth is for the better-half apparent.
Throught life as a fool you behave often
Trying to form & maintain motley relations.

Being badly in love you hoard money
Not as a means but as the end ultimate
Which automatically gives you agony,
Deprieving you of contentment sovereign.

Whatever you own in the tiny span
You often fell something's absence.
Though being wealthy...

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The Chieftain

Neither a soldier or a sailor,
Nor either an airman or a God man
To no outfit of an army he belongs,
Yet to be called chieftain he longs
Neither he is wealthy nor a begger
His command is full of poor hawkers.

Misled you should not be by his barking,
On his charge, while the day is breaking.

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