Umasree Raghunath
Umasree Raghunath Poems
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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She shines like the moon in the darkest night
A glow so soft yet brilliant in her light
She rises high with a quiet grace
Her beauty reflected in the starry space
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Hello my dear hussssband....better or butter-half!
I'm the crazy wife who's always in gear
I love you, I fight you, then hug you near
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I carry the weight with a smile unseen
The world on my shoulders a quiet routine
Work and home collide in every step
Balancing love with promises kept
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A mother's love is a quiet river flowing
Through struggles and storms she stands firm
Her heart is a home where her daughter grows
Strong with every step she takes
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With a prayer of strength inside
A whisper becomes a roar
A touch becomes a force
A heart becomes an endless source
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She was told to stay at home and mind her place
Her world confined to the kitchen and the space
Her laughter buried beneath the cold walls
Her dreams locked away with no chance to fall
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A woman stands tall through the winds of time,
With roots grounded deep in the soil of her prime.
Through the storm's fury and the thunder's roar,
She faces each trial and asks for no more.
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She wakes with the sun and the weight of the day
Her heart full of love and courage at play
She juggles her dreams with the cries of her child
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When you jump on seeing me,
My heart misses its first beat
When you cling on to me,
My thought has its first treat
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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
Ecofeminism
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
They built their dams and chained her soul,
Stole her voice to keep control!
They cut her freedom and broke her spine
Yet she rose again like ancient shrine
She bleeds when nature is torn apart! !
Carries the earth within her heart ❤️
They till her body and they scar her land
Still she gives with open hand
But there is a cry that won't be still!
A strength beneath a quiet will! ! !
Together they stand both soil and skin
The woman and the river will rise again
Flowing freely with skies above
Rooted deep in earth and love 😘
No more silence and no more shame!
They claim their power without blame.
Let rivers dance and women sing 🎶
Their revival is the earth's true spring
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