Ravindran Govindaraju Poems

Her Briareus hands that mends my home;
Often I am purblind,
Her love and labor to naught.
Vaingloriously travail,
...

Why seek a Heaven,
if it's their own:
And make a hell of our life-
Dubiously unseen....,
...

I never knew in my growing realm,
I am part of an insipid conspiracy;
and ignominy.
As an innocent folk,
...

My bell tolls:
To those,
often unheard, faceless souls.
whose life laid for those tainted;
...

Purblind to true follies,
Casting magic spell,
It is a mutually admiring club.
She whispers;
...

In unexpressed Love,
It's muted silence;
Blissfully ignorant,
Thoughtfully Blind.
...

If forbearance is a part of Justice,
why this verdict-
of ostracization,
And compounding dislikes.?
...

All our multi media
Makes us patriots.
Good citizens;
Also mutton head.
...