RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

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

RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL Poems

281. Spring Song. 9/30/2007
282. Love Of A Poor Poet 10/2/2007
283. Prince 10/5/2007
284. Lame Damsel. 10/6/2007
285. Tellys' Say 10/7/2007
286. Coreolanus 10/7/2007
287. Cupid's Arrows 10/7/2007
288. Coffin 10/8/2007
289. Cycle. 10/8/2007
290. Markus Antonius. 10/10/2007
291. Picture Savvy. 10/10/2007
292. Krishna... Krishna... 10/10/2007
293. Internet 10/11/2007
294. Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar! 10/11/2007
295. Priests Of Christ... 10/11/2007
296. Good Bye! City! ! 10/12/2007
297. Blue Planet 10/12/2007
298. Astrologer 10/13/2007
299. Queen Laxmibhai 10/13/2007
300. Return My Passion (Couplet) 4/2/2008
301. Why Should I Listen To You? 4/30/2008
302. Fish 10/14/2007
303. Christimas Tree 10/16/2007
304. Tsunami... 10/16/2007
305. Le Petite 10/17/2007
306. Guten Morgen, Guten Morgen 10/17/2007
307. Married Only Once-Praise The Lord! 10/17/2007
308. Buddha 10/17/2007
309. Youth Lost 10/19/2007
310. Opinions 10/19/2007
311. Spinster 10/20/2007
312. White Man - 2 10/20/2007
313. Saraswathi 10/15/2007
314. Father 10/16/2007
315. Pen 10/16/2007
316. Candle 10/15/2007
317. Temple 10/15/2007
318. Man Spider 10/21/2007
319. Super Star Single Mother 11/1/2007
320. Lord Ayyappa 11/1/2007

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Tipu Sultan -Tiger Of Mysore.

He was like a tiger tearing
Apart his enemies and
the Arrays of British, defeated
Many a king who took sides
Of them, speading his kingdom
And sending shivers up the spines
Of the Britsh who used all
Tricks in their dictionary
To make hom surrender.

He used missiles for
The first time in history
Of mankind and scared the
Wits out of his enemies,
But was defeated and killed
By the sheer treachery
Of his own men who made
Secret pacts with the british
And abstained from war,
Some even fighting against him.

His glory can never...

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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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