She was extremely merciful
Full of riches and blissful
She was our pious Goddess
Nobody could describe her greatness or prowess
...
Oh! Rama you are the most virtuous
You are the eldest son of king Dasaratha’s
You always stood by your word
You are the greatest man in the world
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You can not become great by hurting the noble
Nor can you become strong by oppressing
The weak and the meek
My humility is not my weakness
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TODAY in India education becomes a fundamental right
It may make the dropp out surely delight
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A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN'S SHOWER BATH
Innumerable beautiful things in nature to behold
Many delightful stories have been told
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The dearest daughter of Mother India
You are the queen of inimitable stature
None can describe your real feature
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English is the king of all the languages
It will stay for all ages
The English conquered the whole world
English has become our watch word
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THE GOD OF HURDLES
Lord Vinayaka is called the god of hurdles
Unless we worship him he creates problems
Today the Hindus perform puja to him with devotion
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You are an imperialist
He is a terrorist
You promote cold war
And declare unilaterally real war
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The daughters of India are migrating birds
As brides, they fly with the bride grooms
To far off places of different weathers
And come back to their homes in only festive seasons
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THE CROW AND THE CUCKOO
The crow and the cuckoo look alike
Even the cuckoos are hatched by the crow
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A cuckoo melodiously sang
For many years long
In anticipation of her dear king
The most beautiful seasonal spring
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I was born as a chaste Hindu
And hated its watertight caste system
The rigid ritualistic custom
I became a cosmopolitan Christian
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The clouds can’t stop the glory of the rising sun
Nor can the earth hide the shining moon
If you want to throw up clay or mud
It will surely fall on your head
...
A tiny stone creates
a lot of ripples
on calm waters
as a word of spate
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No great poet can write for the sake of writing
He needs to scribble with the real feeling
Lest his writing should be devoid of meaning
Real poetry is the heart’s incessant pouring
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A poet is quite an ordinary human being
Whatever he writes may not be a great saying
You may read it for the time being
And even question the timing but enjoy its rhyming
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I am a universal man
And God fearing human
I hate terror in the name of religion
Man should be peaceful in every region
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There is a great glow on Jesus’ face
He was born to rescue the entire human race
Blessed are the people who believe in Christ
He is undoubtedly the divine priest
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Love is the essence of life
It is the antidote to strife
Love binds the people together
It makes our lives peaceful forever
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I am an english teacher, trainer, poet and resource person in english.I have been blogging for British council for an year.More than 40 poems of mine are publish on the world last chance.com under christian poems.I have come back to my motherly site from PF Which is more political than poetical)
A Half Naked Fakir
She was extremely merciful
Full of riches and blissful
She was our pious Goddess
Nobody could describe her greatness or prowess
The handsome demons descended from the west
Her happiness was totally lost
They chained her with iron clutches
Some warriors tried to save her in patches
A half naked fakir came to her premises
Consoled her fears and wiped out her tears
And promised to freed her in a few years
The demons laughed at his loin clothes
The fakir united the intellectual and the ignorant
He was undoubtedly a great savant
And he a led a holy and peaceful fight
The demons knew his spiritual might
The Goddess became free
And danced with a gleeful spree
Called the fakir her dear father
Unfortunately lost him in a year
on 2nd October we celebrate his birth day
He made our lives very gay
His debt even the Goddess will repay
He showed the nation the right way
The half naked fakir proved tobe the nadir for British rule in India. Good. Pen more. Narayanan Ramakrishnan