Venkatesh Raghava

Venkatesh Raghava Poems

Things may change
But root remains the same
The melody of Nightingale
Throughout the world is same.

Widowed young mother of two
Found it was hard to live
When her husband died in an accident
With little money in his tent.

Winds of agony blow
With coldness traversing the heart
Causing chillness in my spine
And my existence shiver.

In 1746, Britain was at war with Spain

Ships belong to rival were sunk

Gopal was looking for a bride,
He put parents advise aside
And registered in a matrimony site
Possessing beautiful wife in sight.

India is a democratic country
And people from all walks of life can enter parliament
Without qualification or ability
Just by manipulating citizen’s empathy.

Teachers in India like to impart knowledge
So their students can have an edge
Their Students are their pride
Whom they proudly remember when they retire.

Ambitions light up the road
Beneath dark night of failures,
Stepping up accelerator
To grow in stature.

Young generation are catching the express train
Which moves forward not afraid of unknown
Getting in and out at unfamiliar platform
Taking the challenges by storm.

In serene mist in dawn
Buds blossom
With aspirations. - Childhood.

In the dawn
When light shines
You are mine,
Please forgive me...


Beauty of the soul
In you behold,
So serene at night
Like a bride holding a light.

Let joy and happiness,
Light in each one of our life
In this special festival
With near and dear one’s together.

Every road I walk along,
I walk along with you
Breathing the fresh air
Which with you I like to share.

When you pass by me
I enter the abode of galaxy
Stars of my longing shine
Behind darkness of my loneliness.

Synonymous with endless struggle for the bare minimum,
Their mornings begin with scraping the dust bins,
They are human scavengers;
Our waste is their fruits of labour.

The effervescent joy blooming
By just at you gazing,
Filling with love and ecstasy
From your milky glow in sky.

Heart ached at the beauty,
Blossoming of crimson bud;

Feast before my eyes,

Stingy Gopal had made a lot of money
Which he saved without spending a penny.
But now he was on his death bed,
Knowing this his whole family had gathered.

Wind traverses my face
With your elegant grace

Like lamp post in harbor

Venkatesh Raghava Biography

Engineer with Poetry, Cartoons, Sports, Music, jokes, Philosophy and Laughing at Himself as hobbies.Now working as Process Associate in Mastech India Pvt. Ltd in Mangalore)

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Let It Be, As It Would Be

Things may change
But root remains the same
The melody of Nightingale
Throughout the world is same.

Whatever the world brings
With same tune it sings
Place it in bonded cage
Or in a freedom filled stage.

By seeing the bird in tree
Along its tune you become free,
Your spirits are chained
If within walls its song is entertained

Let it be, as it would be
For all of us to be free.

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