In waiting...

Education in Kenya for the poor folk:
Nothing but, going with dragging legs,
Eager eyes, grieving minds and
Empty stomaches...craving for
The 'Sole morsel' of the day
Free from their schools,
That too to be shared in their families
Where education is the means of ends
And a philosophy untold by forefathers....
We Indians can dream the same
When things happen in this way....
We import things when our farms are left barren
And farmers are left gaping for
Better seeds....Or rebirth!

A poem dedicated to Sandhya SN
and the poorfolk of the world....

poem by Venkatesh Ram
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Glory For Sorrow

sorrow thy seat is on heap of shattered hopes
still you accompany the deserted souls
sorrow you are the truth on passage of time
still you accompany defeated minds
sorrow you have nothing to hold for morrows
still you reveals the hollowness of life
sorrow you holds the secrets of dark
still you awaken the spirit in the dying man
sorrow you when words fail their expression
still you prevail the onslaught of cultures
sorrow you flood the life with tears
still you provide ways to try for happiness
sorrow you make even dull heads philosophers
still you remain elusive to searh or research

poem by Venkatesh Ram
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