Beauty In Unity
Once upon a time,
The colours had a fight;
Each one of them in line,
Proclaimed their right.
Green proudly averred,
‘ I'm the one on Earth,
With be-witching greenery covered—
None is so very worth.'
Blue came forward to say,
‘Oh! My! The rolling sea,
And the skies in sway,
Are all but blue, you see! '
Yellow stood soaring,
‘ Colours of the Sun and Moon
Are mine—brightly glowing,
Only I've the lovely boon, '
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Acrostic poesy to Madam Suguna Ramalingam
S UGUNA, our respected Friend—so beloved,
U nto you these words are strung and garlanded.
G entle and Loving, Kind companion with benevolence,
U nderstanding and a paragon of virtue—par excellence,
N oble, with a modest wear of many an accomplishment,
A dieu, to you, this Day we bid with hearts rent.
R econciliation to the void created at this separation,
A s you relinquish I C F before due superannuation,
M ighty task, but it is, to ourselves fully acquiesce.
A t your home, now in leisure, with your consort pious,
L ife would sure be relaxed with your grand child proud.
I n your memory to retain and etch this friendly crowd,
N ow this memento is presented by caring souls so loved.
GOD Almighty and SRI SATHYA SAI BABA—to profusely shower
A mple blessings on you and your kin as done ever,
M oist eyes sincerely pray for Happiness to ever flower.
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Transformation
To my noble parents sterling,
, I was their Daughter darling;
;
To my affable siblings, three,
I was their elder Sister, in glee.
To my beloved husband, in life,
I'm his devoted, fond Wife.
To my endearing children, four,
I'm their doting Mother spore;
To my nephews and nieces, reasoning,
I'm their dear Auntie, loving.
Alas! The label of daughter, nice,
Vanished with my parents' demise! .
My children, one by one, in course of time,
Were married, in their youth prime.
I begot sons-in-law and a daughter-in-law,
And am their affectionate Mother-in-law.
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To dear KASTHURI-Oh! Almighty-Poem-3
To my friend
KASTHURI
POEM-3
OH! ALMIGHTY
You blew life into this frame
And moulded me to carve a name
Before I could ask for it.
Me you sowed among parents so good
And gave sisters and brother as best as you could
Before I could ask for it.
With education and interest wide, me you blessed
With love and kindness, my heart you pressed
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The artist in Sowmya
The Artist in Sowmya
On the scene there arrived a cover,
Where beautiful flowers did hover,
In an ecstatic profuse shower,
As a wonderful collage'bower.
Many a drawing the cover closeted,
And on each my eyes got rivetted;
The designs were intricately matted,
And the etched drawings astounded.
The bigger charts—true -a feat,
To view the lovely paintings neat,
The aghast heart missed a beat;
It was to the eyes a bounteous treat.
Bound I'm to specially mention,
About the remarkable two, sections;
The distant snow-capped mountains,
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Buying Gifts
The veil of heart to lift,
And to evince the concern and love,
One is found to plough
Through the shops for a gift.
To present many occasions crop:
Festivals, Ceremonies and Birthdays,
Seasons Greetings and Wedding days,
None are we prepared to drop.
One goes for a present, hunting
The scale and variety on display,
Boggles the mind at the array,
And stands confused and wondering!
If it's for a bubbly little kid,
The toy shouldn't hurt or break,
And be of reputable make:
Yet within the purse's grid.
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Our revered Cattle
In our country oxen are used to plough,
And man declares, "the animals, we love"!
After harvest man gathers the grains to eat,
And offers the hay to the animal as a treat.
Man collects the cotton from the tree,
And the seeds he presents to the cattle for free.
Before cooking the grains he washes it with water,
And that is the cattle's drinking water.
Their milk meant for the calves are for man,
And he produces milk products as much as he can;
From it he makes yoghurt and sells it in a can,
He stirs the milk and retrieves butter on a pan.
When butter is melt, the aromatic ghee is got,
With ghee, delicious sweets are made and brought;
In villages cow-dung cakes are largely used,
With which glowing fire is instantly infused.
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A Picture Of Our Little Garden
The sand mound on the left,
And the colourful Zinnias edging it;
With profuse Asters adjacent,
And the triangular red bricks bordering it;
The wide windows artistic grille,
Below are the bright Cannas to the right;
The pale blue curtain over the window sill,
Over looking the blooming Hollyhocks bright;
The dense green leaves of the Radish,
With intermittent Balsams red and white;
The long stalked nodding Cosmos' swish,
All enchant and cheer the mind and sight.
The smooth and slender butterflies,
Both diurnal and crepuscular;
Of various hues fly, sit and rise,
Flit from flower to another flower.
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Pray Sincerely
There may exist various types of lamps
They'd have been from different camps.
They may exist made of various materials
They may be made for the Imperials.
They may exist in divergent shapes
In multifarious forms even as of grapes.
They may exist in many hues predominant
Made of disparate colours prominent.
They may contain oils multiform
Each with a varying viscosity norm.
They may hold distinct types of wicks
Each made of diverse sticks and picks.
Though the lamps are amply diversified
In all aspects they are one from inside.
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These Hands
Given by God -are these hands!
One can do many things -with these hands
With love one can help a strangers' hands-
Allay and comfort the elders' gnarled hands
Clean sweep and mop with these hands
Decorate and embellish with these hands
Cook and serve food to all with these hands
Clasp a loved one with these hands
Applaud one with pleasure with these hands
Dig the soil and form a garden with these hands
Hold a book to read with these hands
Write and post a card with these hands
Type a poem to cheer someone with these hands
Draw a picture and sew clothes with these hands
Paint a beautiful scene to amuse with these hands
Play a game of volley ball or cricket with these hands
Swim the waters and row a boat with these hands
Pick the harvests and fruits with these hands
Feed the animals and birds with these hands
Seek the warmth of dear ones with these hands
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