RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

Veteran Poet - 1,108 Points (7TH OCTOBER 1951 / Trissur, Kerala State, India.)

RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL Poems

361. H O M O..... 11/25/2007
362. She, The Carpet Bagger.... 11/25/2007
363. Sx 6327 ? ? ? 11/27/2007
364. The Ramp Walker 11/27/2007
365. A N A C O N D A 11/29/2007
366. Platonic Love 11/29/2007
367. A I D S....... 11/30/2007
368. Clinton Hillaryious 11/13/2007
369. Tiannamen Square 11/30/2007
370. Schysophrenia............. 12/2/2007
371. Z E R O..... 12/2/2007
372. Butter Fly 12/2/2007
373. Middle Aged 12/3/2007
374. Twenty Seventh Anniversary 12/3/2007
375. Bombay Suburban Train 12/3/2007
376. Mirror, Mirror Why Doeth U Lie.? 12/4/2007
377. A N G E L ' S L O V E 11/30/2007
378. Kabul-E - Wala (Man From Kabul) 12/1/2007
379. Sonia Gandhu 12/5/2007
380. Birth In A Bus 12/6/2007
381. German Teacher 12/6/2007
382. Indian Love Dilemma 12/7/2007
383. Love Makers United 12/7/2007
384. Little Flower 12/8/2007
385. A Young Dream... 12/8/2007
386. Sophia Loren 12/8/2007
387. Local Affair 12/9/2007
388. Fat Woman 12/9/2007
389. 2 0 0 7 * * * * * * * 12/10/2007
390. T H E D A W N 12/10/2007
391. Lips (Couplet) 1/31/2016
392. Ganges 2/1/2016
393. Fornlorn Love 2/1/2016
394. Refugee 2/1/2016
395. Rose 2/2/2016
396. Geek 2/4/2016
397. Zika 2/4/2016
398. Corruption 2/5/2016
399. Malala 2/6/2016
400. Narendra Modi 2/7/2016

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A Soldier's Wife.

She was married to a soldier,
Who left for the camp,
A month after holidays,
Word coming of war in siachen
In kashimr, soon arrived
The news of demise
Of her dear husband,
By a captian of the army,
Annoucing a compensation
Of half a million bucks,
Which was claimed
By his parents and in laws,
She was made a destitute,
Sent to her own parents,
Crying the sorrows
Of the dear departed,
Growing his child
In her bowels, despising
Her cruel fate, actually
Suffering the sacrice for the nation,
Even more than the dead soldier.

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Pakistan's Pains.

Pakistan, Pakistan, howw did
You get to be like this!
Painful is thy condition,
With no freedom for your
Children, harnessed by,
The dicators, bigots of
Religion, fuadal lords
And the terrorists, slaughtering
And bloodletting, while your

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