swetha vankayalapati Poems
|1.||From Sands Of Time-Spirits Of Pioneers||5/30/2012|
|2.||Who Am I?||5/30/2012|
|5.||Is It A Key? Yes Its||5/31/2012|
|7.||Silence At Daybreak||6/5/2012|
|9.||Ballerina O Marina||6/15/2012|
|10.||Siskin, A Sinister||6/17/2012|
|13.||When Started Somewhere With||8/2/2012|
|14.||Awaken With Par Pain||8/31/2012|
|15.||Fire Painting With Water||8/31/2012|
|16.||No Written End||9/23/2012|
|19.||My Maiden Dream, The Sacred Bone||8/31/2012|
Comments about swetha vankayalapati
Days begin with praying hands
in holy waters to the deity
days forbidden in thy waters
unburnt bodies of dead;
To kill a worm on plants,
we spread poison in soils and waters
wiping out a village from our map
where the mother's milk is of pesticides;
know it as a political hand!
power cut ends up farmer's life
leaving villages to city life
living across factories disposal,
livelihood on lies, food from thy waters
healthcheckup in government hospitals
thy sophisticated doctors knew treating dead bodies
know it as a careless hand! ...
Is It A Key? Yes Its
The key to open doors of Heaven is.....
The residues of river flows on fertile lands is.....
Your pulse rate when a doctor says 'No problem' is....
The moonbeams in chalk smokes when a sir claims 'No class' is....
Profit for a busy father when he kisses his kid late night, to get
reply as is....
Hug a friend for life's rescue in viva is........
Song of a cuckoo from a branch to spring is....
Dream at an empire's proclaimation 'You win the kingdom' in a game