Umasree Raghunath
Umasree Raghunath Poems
Where land meets sea in a humid embrace
Chennai stands firm with an ageless grace
Once Madras born of colonial might
Now a city's soul reborn in light
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We walk as one on sacred ground
With hearts in silence yet so profound
In every grain of shared delight
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Hands folded in trust
eyes closed yet I clearly see
His unseen presence
guiding each faltering step
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Silky little paws
My princess with royal grace
Eyes like soft moonlight
Follows me with boundless love
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I do not want to be a glowing torch in dark halls
Just let me sit in silence without applause or calls
I do not seek to lead or lift heavy burdens high
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I trust too fast and fall too deep
I cry at songs and lose sleep
I hold on when I should let go
And wear my heart for all to know
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The mirror stares back
she fixes her face with care
but deep in her eyes
stories of strength quietly shine
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She walks unshackled
voice rising like morning sun
dreams stitched in her steps
no more waiting to be saved
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As a young woman
I dreamt of a life so perfect
Life gifted me otherwise
Making me dread and be wise
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She flows like a river with boundless grace
Yet bears the wounds time cannot erase
Like waters diverted from their sacred path,
She is shaped by storms and silent wrath
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Wo (oh) man they called me bold
When life turned cold and stories untold
I held my tears with iron grace
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My dearest God,
When I stopped asking you,
You started giving me
Things I never knew
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My elder sister is my gentle guide
She held me close when our parents died
She became my mother in every way
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Soft words gently fall
like petals in quiet breeze
bending not from fear
but strength wrapped in calm silence
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In the streets of Mumbai they hide their tears
Chastity caged through unspoken fears
Young hearts that once held dreams so pure
Now trapped in shadows they can't endure
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She is the storm and the calm
A force that shapes the world
With courage in her hands
She lifts mountains unseen
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She is Shakthi wild like an untamed blaze
When her soul is scorched she fiercely slays
Taken for granted she erupts a storm untold
Her fury a wildfire burning bright and bold
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Her eyes speak of warmth without a sound
A language of love where peace is found
In their gaze lies comfort and soft care
A promise that she'll always be there
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She stands tall as the wind whispers her name
A warrior's heart her strength never wane
Her eyes hold stories of love and loss
In her hands the weight of a silent cross
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Thoughts turn to motion
Dreams bloom like flowers at dawn
Will whispers take flight
In the heart, hope ignites bright
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Umasree Raghunath Biography
A vivid writer, well known blogger and a highly respeced Poet whose emotions flow as the stream of words and giving thyself a new meaning with every lyric written and every poem completed. Poetry to me is a passion Its one way to shed my emotion. Best way to describe creation Cherish everything in unison My passion began when I was 13 years old. Writing jingles. Just 4 line verses for the Young World - in Hindu. I don't remember the day, when the first poem got published, but it inspired me to continue. I found that having command over a language and passion to feel and react to everything around you is all that needed to be a good writer. As the best outgoing student, having an opportunity to represent the district at the State Level in many events, gave me a focus on two things in life- Poetry & Service. The first dictionary I received as a prize for winning all prizes of the Forest Department Literacy Drive became my bible. Collector Madan Mohan Reddy advised the amateur writer to read five pages of the same every day. I gave it a small thought. A small beginning. My first poem that went public was on August 20,1992, months after Rajiv Gandhi's assassination, on Satbhavana Divas in front of 1400 students and a large press audience. Emotion sprang from a speech to an unknown poem, that later got widely applauded by Collector Agarwal. I felt embarrassed receiving responses for that event. Many occasions and events make a poet. Anything that would touch your heart, make you feel, understand the emotion, provide you a solution - in a poetic description. I always wanted Poetry to be a subject, just like Geography, history or Math's. For this would definitely make the silent minds speak. Rewind and react on things- off late the most forgotten emotions in this materialistic world. Make me thy lord, sand or a stone If I forget to smile or cry or frown Take me thy lord, off this world If I fail to love a child and old. So far, I have a library of 400 poems, small and big in sizes, soft and strong in emotions, events of life safely hidden in verses, and vast more reactions packed in all lines of frustrations, truly describing the inspirations, taking myself forward. Ask me not as a poet to write for you For I cannot do that till I know you Share me not as a poet to all I knew For they share my pain and passions too. All I could say is, give due recognition. When the world over accolades and appreciates young writers and poets, India seems to be no where in the cream layer. We have rich potential of young minds to be explored. Poetry is one beautiful part of literature. Let India make its mark in this field too, after all, all achievements of human beings are for those few emotions that bind them- Love, Hatred, Frustration, Happiness, Success & Contentment. Thank You!)
The Best Poem Of Umasree Raghunath
Chennai Eternal
Where land meets sea in a humid embrace
Chennai stands firm with an ageless grace
Once Madras born of colonial might
Now a city's soul reborn in light
It sings in temples and cinema halls
In jasmine air and Marina's calls
A refuge to some who flee the storm
To others the tempest itself in form
Sarees sway in Ranganathan street
A chaos where daily lives still meet
It nurtures the lost with quiet care
Yet roars with rage in protest flare
A lullaby sung by an auto's hum
And the metro's heart now learning to drum
Idli and filter kaapi at dawn
A comfort found long after it's gone
The salt of sweat the tang of brine
Mark every step on Mount Road's spine
The sky breaks open in monsoon pain
Yet joy is born in each flooded lane
A whisper of past in Fort's proud stone
A future coded in tech zones grown
The smell of books on Moore Market shelves
Or bytes that speak in startup selves
It shelters saints and rebels alike
From Marina march to Kilpauk strike
Beaches cradle lovers and loss
Kites and grief in parallel gloss
Time sleeps in Mylapore's slow breath
While Velachery races ahead of death
It frightens with its ceaseless pace
Yet grants the stranger a quiet place
From slums where survival writes its script
To mansions with histories tightly gripped
There's pain in the alleys of Parry's soul
And hope where young dreams dare to stroll
Chennai is heat that holds your skin
And memories you carry deep within
A map of moments drawn in sand
A city that vanishes yet still stands
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