RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

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

RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL Poems

161. Best Man. 2/14/2008
162. S H A D O W.... 2/15/2008
163. Anonimous 2/17/2008
164. Lady Bird (Couplet) 2/17/2008
165. Are You Coming To Me? 2/17/2008
166. Life Is Like That! 2/17/2008
167. Pegions 2/17/2008
168. Full Of Lust. 2/17/2008
169. W O R T H (Couplet) 2/18/2008
170. Halo! There! 2/10/2008
171. War And Peace. 2/11/2008
172. World War Veteran. 2/11/2008
173. Lakhsmi - Goddess Of Wealth. 2/11/2008
174. Jinlge Balls....(Couplet) 2/20/2008
175. Hypochondriac....... 2/21/2008
176. Sadist.. A. 2/21/2008
177. Wonderment (Couplet) 2/21/2008
178. Swiss Miss's Kindness. 2/21/2008
179. Pain..... 2/22/2008
180. Capital (Couplet) 2/22/2008
181. Money (Couplet) 2/22/2008
182. Rascal (Couple) 2/22/2008
183. Dew Drops 2/23/2008
184. Mundane. 2/25/2008
185. P O W E R! ! P O W E R! ! 2/26/2008
186. Wandering Mind. 2/26/2008
187. Why Did You Come ? 2/27/2008
188. Seperation......... 2/27/2008
189. Maniac. 2/28/2008
190. Deadly Life. 2/28/2008
191. Joy (Couplet) 2/28/2008
192. Life Is A Circle. 2/28/2008
193. Harakiri (Couplet) 2/29/2008
194. Rubber Woods. 2/29/2008
195. Hang Man 2/29/2008
196. Knife In The Back... 3/3/2008
197. Faith (Triplet) 3/3/2008
198. Speed. (Triplet) 3/3/2008
199. You....... 3/3/2008
200. Expectations.(Couplet) 3/4/2008
Best Poem of RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

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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