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Poetries from India

From the footsteps of My beloved Great poet Rabidranath Tagore


I am Presnting this book
To my mother nation

Saktheee S Ravichandran

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By Saktee Ravichandran, Sep 11, 2009


kanchipuram, Tamilnadu, sakthee2009@gmail.com

Nirvana
Everything is dressed with lies
Nude- Truth is always nude.
Nothing is there to feel shame in it
Truth is god and it is the right way
Nude is better than lies in robes
Lies are taking us to endless grief
Truth alone can redeem us
It alone can restore our glee and peace
Decorated lies are too many in this world
They may be in power and they may rule us
Hold the shadows of truth and
Follow it�s hard and long way
To eat the fruits of life
Not to go behind such false attractions
They are mirage and unreal
They may come as angels and they may show their
extra ordinary powers
They may have millions of followers in luxuries
Believe not, and hide in the shadows of mighty truth
Its followers may be in struggles
They alone will be blessed in His court
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By Saktee Ravichandran, Sep 09, 2009


kanchipuram, Tamilnadu, sakthee2009@gmail.com

A Crown and my battles

My crown is there far away from me


The way to reach is too hard and risky
Many battles are going between me and to it
Obstacles and barriers are more and more but
I am walking towards my crown
Though there are many wounds in my body
I am steadily moving towards my crown
It is in my vision and it is nearing me
In between me and to my crown many battles are going on
My legs are moving consistently towards it
There may be many thorns and pits on my way
My will is so strong to swear that crown
Thousands or lakhs may scold and tease me now
Millions will wait to that moment to greet to my success
My crown is there far away from me
The way to reach is too hard and risky
I will be their emperor from that second
Shedding blood from my body is nothing
Shedding tears from my eyes are nothing
Everything will become scars of my victories and
Everyone will praise my success
There I will built my empire
There I will occupy my people
Scolding enemies will be the first admirers of my court
Teasing friends will write my story of success
My crown is there far away from me
The way to reach is too hard and risky
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By Saktheee S Ravichandran, Sep 05, 2009


Kanchipuram Tamilnadu India, SAKTHEEE2009@GMAIL.COM

I am in a pond

I am in a pond as a muddy water


Nothing is visible and clear to my vision
Though it is a bright day,
every thing is dark and glare to my eyes
I have failed to reach my ocean and
failed to make myself as a dry land
I became a cursed hallow pit and
my thoughts are still revolving that pit
Though there are many gutters from rivers
Still I am a nasty dirt pit
Nothing has come to have a water for it�s thirst
Cause I am a waste waterless pond
All my boons have turned as curse
I am still in that pond as a muddy water
Nothing is visible and clear to my vision
Though there are many lives are crossing
I am still kept as isolated pond
I don�t have any green memory to recollect
from the past to present I am there in
that pond as a muddy water

Dear Sakthee, By personifying the murky waters of the pond, you�ve emphasized
the imperativeness of de-polluting and protecting our environment on an ongoing
basis. Warm regards.

U Atreya Sarma, Greenfield, Wisconsin


Sep 06, 2009
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By Saktheee S Ravjchandran, Sep 02, 2009


Kanchipiram Tamilnadu India, Saktheee2009@gmail.com

The Happening
It was a happening of that moment
None has expected that
It happened suddenly as a lightning
That happened with absolute perfection
None can blame or degrade it
Such a perfect happening has happened
as the arrival of a first rain drop from the sky
But none has time to enjoy or
to astonish of that happening
Every one is moving with desires
to hunt money in the concrete jungle
I wondered! on His superb creation
That white Pup has come out from mother�s womb
it howled gently and
moved to his mother for milk
That mother was still in fatigue
But none has time to enjoy or
to astonish of that happening
Every one is moving with desires
to hunt money in the concrete jungle

A heartfelt and true poem. People these days do not have time to enjoy nature's
beautiful creation.

Mehak Malhotra, New Delhi


Sep 03, 2009

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By Saktheee S Ravichandran, Aug 26, 2009
kanchipuram, Tamilnadu, SAKTHEEE2009@GMAIL.COM

Where is the light?


He is searching the light in the dark
Though his path is hard and easy is not his task
He believes the light will reduce his stress
He prays his God to help and bless
A blind is there in another corner
He never worried about this dark
He believes that his vision will help him
He prays his God to get back his vision
God in the sky came down and
helped the blind to get back his eyes
First man cursed the God as a merciless stone
Second has praised His grace is great
Who are you, my man? in the above lines.
He is always right to help all in their need.
It will come in time sooner or later
Not to curse Him or bless
He is no where but in you.

Sir, We can only say that to the blind everything might seem bright or dark, it
depends on how he or she takes it, because they have never had the vision. I think
they see through His eyes because I have seen many blind crossing the road much
faster than we do. I look at them and feel that it was God who helped them reach the
other end. Nice poem Sir. Best wishes.

Dr Pooja G Bhuyar, Bijapur


Aug 29, 2009

Dear sir,
Blindness is a cruel ailment
As per the order of the firmament
This malady is inflicted
May blind people be by God protected.
A nice poem, With best wishes,

M V Venkataraman, Chennai
Aug 26, 2009

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By Saktee Ravichandran, Aug 23, 2009


Kanchipuram, Tamilnadu, sakthee2009@gmail.com

Salutations to Jagadh Guru


God sent you to guide us
As the guru of our souls in this life
We are always in innocence and in ignorance
Your vision and your grace
will purify our mind and soul
The darkness of our Ignorance
Shall be dispelled by your holy smile
The pains and pangs of poverty
shall be destroyed only by your blessings
We are still in illusion of this world
You are only the hope for us
Your grace, mercy and love
Will pave a new way
Your penance will take us
To a new world of peace
In this auspicious day
We pray at your lotus feet
We pray God to grant long life to you
To guide us in a right direction

Dear Ravichandran, Hariom. It is an inspiring poem to pay our homage to the Jagadh
Gurus as they are the pillars of our rich culture and tradition, and are God's
incarnations as torch bearers for us to lead towards self realization. May God bless
you. Hariom.

Swami Tejomayananda Saraswati, Rajnandgaon


Aug 23, 2009

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By Saktheee S Ravichandran, Aug 22, 2009
Kanchipuram, Tamilnadu, SAKTHEEE2009@GMAIL.COM

Expect the unexpected


Expect the Unexpected
to minimize your grieves
Anything will happen in a second
Be prepared to face with courage
Facing the problem
will reduce its seriousness

Don�t hide your face in the shadows of fear


escape not from struggles in tears
They come to strengthen you
they are stepping stones to your victory
Enjoy your happiness with tears
Bear your pains with smile

Victories are very closer to your failures


you are very near to your victories
Expect the changes in every second
Prepare to move with this world
Shower may fall in summer and the sun may shine in autumn
Be prepared to walk in all seasons
Death and births are just like normal happenings
Nothing is there to say more here
Death may open its door at any moment
Live therefore with fullness of heart to the last breath

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By Saktheee S Ravichandran, Aug 19, 2009


Kanchipuram Tamilnadu India, SAKTHEEE2009@GMAIL.COM

Past and Present


Of a Poet

He was poor and empty handed


His skills were unrecognized there
he was skilled Though
No chances were given
He was scolded as a poet of poverty
Struggled and strived to live
Borrowed and begged to eat
Everything has gone to end
All his helping pools were dried and vanished
His hunger ate his poetic skills
He was killed by his hunger and
Kept him as a unclaimed in a road
Years rolled and placed him in the peak
As a great poet in the world
His wrecked house turns as a symbol
The same society crowned him as a great

Dear S R,
Your poems are highly thought provoking
They are also not at all lengthy
They carry colossal meaning
Is the beggar poet exactly myself?
With best wishes,

M V Venkataraman, Chennai
Aug 19, 2009

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By Saktheee S Ravichandran, Aug 15, 2009


Kanchipuram, Tamilnadu, SAKTHEEE2009@GMAIL.COM

Glory to my mother
(Dedicated to my nation�s 63rd Independence Day)

Today is the day of glory to my mother


Her glory, her honour were restored
from the darkness of slavery
We hoisted ther flag of great victory
with the millions of hands
Her smile and pride will be stable forever
for that We are ready to give anything for her
She is the women in love
and she is the rain in mercy
She is the breeze in peace
She is the sea in justice
She is the destroyer of violence
She is My Mother !
Yes! she is My Mother

Sacrifices are our way


Her teachings to our life
Today is the day of our Glory
Yes! August 15 of every year

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By Saktheee S Ravichandran, Aug 14, 2009


Kanchipuram Tamilnadu India, SAKTHEEE2009@GMAIL.COM

Music from His flute


A gentle music had flown in the air
that took all souls into divine world
Cows there had been blessed
He was a cowherd, because
He guided all souls to peace
Gave all endless pleasures to them
He was a cowherd, because
He put an end to all devils
rescued all innocent souls
He was a cowherd, because
His music from His flute is a way
to all misguided souls to correct their path
He as a cowherd, because
It is giving wisdom even to fools
It is giving bliss even to sinners
He was a cowherd, because
he led one to the sound of His flute
To reach endless Peace and happy
He was the resting place of our souls
in sorrow and in happiness

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By Saktee Ravichandran, Aug 13, 2009


Kanchipuram, Tamilnadu, sakthee2009@gmail.com

Sri Krishna Janamam


It was a dreadful night of tears
amidst He came as a child
in a desolate prison
with a promise to protect the good
and demolish the evil

Devaki�s sacred womb


Carried this invaluable gem,
The doors of the prison stood wide open
A divine light was there to guide
Vasudev, the frightened father,
To carry him across a rising river

Lord, over ages you have ferried countless


across the river of life, and lo!
the lean Vasudev carried you across Yamuna!
What a devotion�

A new sun, the Lord, rose in Gokulam


to fill the waiting hands of Yashoda,
A celebration of rare motherhood,
Not hitherto heard of before�

Yasodha, the divine mother, clasped Him


She clasped Him with tears, tears of joy
that was held up in her eyes for countless lives!
Krishna cried too to inform His arrival
The whole world has been blessed�

Sakthee Sir, Lord Krishna has sent us his blessings in advance. Very simple and nice
tribute. Best wishes.

Dr Pooja G Bhuyar, Bijapur


Aug 13, 2009

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By Saktheee S Ravichandran, Aug 11, 2009


Kanchipuram Tamilnadu, SAKTHEEE2009@GMAIL.COM

My Sweet Kitten!
My Sweet Kitten!
It was left alone in my home
by it�s mother in a corner of a wall
It mews and moves with hunger
and had a cup of milk as it�s food
Very slow moves and low mew
Made us to love as our child

Days have gone it grows with love


Sleeps in our bed as friendly dear
It calls for food, mews for sleep
And talks with us as our beloved soul

We forget TV to hear music


And enjoyed the song of our kitten
Mew Mew are our new notes
and it�s acrobatics are our reality shows
We were six before her arrival
but our family tree has a new branch now

Dear sir, its a nice poem depicting the love for your pet. Also I found the last lines so
very close to my heart because indeed a pet becomes a member of the family and
gives unconditional love and support.

Neha Rautela, Jodhpur


Aug 11, 2009

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By Sakthee Ravichandran, Aug 06, 2009


Kanchipuram, Tamilnadu, Sakkthee2009@gmail.com

My palace in a hut
It is a hut with a broken wall,
its windows are weak
and ever open without any door,
Though it is ancient and old
My palace is in that hut.
Yes my palace in that hut.

The days dawn on my roof,


every drop of rain enters my window
Breeze will blow in and blow out at will,
Yet, my palace is in that hut

My angel may be in dirty rags


Her smile is enough to light that palace
She may prepare humble foods
but they are my royal feast
Her hands may be bare without gold bangles
but she is worth any gold one may think of
Her presence has changed that hut to a fort

Another reward for my hut:


my Lord resides there,
playing with his mighty hands
His strong shoulders with loving face
will chase any troubles and pains
His courage and confidence are my
life�s guiding lights

Stars and moon will visit my hut at night


to fetch a glory of His merciful sight.
We are rich and richer than any in this world
living with simple joys and sweet delights

Dear Sakthi Ravichandran, A nice composition. Yes, dignified simple life is a great
wealth and assest to a man who has the treasure of contentment with him. Warmest
regards.

Ch J Satyananda Kumar, Visakhapatnam


Aug 06, 2009

My dear great poet,


A remarkable masterpiece
Giving to soul peace
Keep it up please
My admiration is the fees.

M V Venkataraman, Chennai
Aug 06, 2009

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By Saktheee S Ravichandran, Aug 03, 2009


Kanchipuram, Tamilnadu, SAKTHEEE2009@GMAIL.COM

Dilemma
Loosing the present pleasures
I am searching the past land marks
Avoiding the real ways
I am walking with the shadows
What do I search ? and what is my need?
It is my way to find answer to my quest
Many palaces may be on my way but
my home is a simple hut
There may be many lights all along my way
But my eyes are in an endless darkness
What can I do ? and how to overcome this
It is my struggle and it is my game

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By sakthee Ravichandran, Jul 29, 2009


Kanchipuram, Tamilnadu, Sakkthee2009@gmail.com

Ilakkiya, My Love !
Ilakkiya is her name
From the lips to heart she will enjoy the sweet
Breeze will come and ask her to blow
Sun will come polish her face
Many angels are her maidens
She is Ilakkiya, My love

Her jetblack hair will cover the face of moon


Her sweet red lips will cover the morning sun
She is Ilakkiya', My Love

Every daybreak her smiles spread the rays


Her walk creates new steps in the dance
Her words are borrowed by cuckoo to sing
She is Ilakkiya, My love

The charms of love start from her eyes and


pierce my heart as arrows to fill the pores
deer comes to learn how gleefully to leap
She is Ilakkiya, My love

In the corridors of her memory


I have walked five and forty years
To hear her songs of love the rest of the life
Open I shall keep my ears

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By sakthee Ravichandran, Jul 24, 2009


Kanchipuram, Tamilnadu, sakthee2009@gmail.com

Life is nothing
Every moment of slumber
signals our death
Every daybreak
reminds our birth
We cannot be steady for long
a tiny grain we can't take at the end,
empty handed we shall depart

The crowns and powers can do nothing there


Our treasures and wealth
will do nothing for us
Every beat of our heart
he only controls

The rich and the poor


take the same last journey
Therefore,
let us leave our life at His feet
Believe in His endless grace
to harvest peace and happiness

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By Saktheee S Ravichandran, Jul 17, 2009


Kanchipuram, Tamilnadu, SAKTHEEE2009@GMAIL.COM

Please appear again..


Nothing is perfect and pure
and nothing is good and clear
Everything awaits your arrival
and everything in this earth has to be changed
From the love of mother to wife�s affection
everything is envenomed

Dedication and thoughts of sacrifice


are things of the past,
some good things may be here and there
but man is less human and more insane,
Saints and monks have changed their path
to mint money for chasing luxury
in cars than taking care of fellow men

Temples have lost their sanctity and peace


and turned into plazas for profits.
Kanna, My Lord
Come to this world as a rescuer
Kanna, My ruler
come to this earth once more
as an emperor
to set things right
and pull us out from our plight�

My dearest poet, I love you


I totally endorse your view
Will Kanna come to our rescue
And get us whatever is properly due?

M V Venkataraman, Chennai
Jul 17, 2009

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By Saktheee S Ravichandran, Jul 15, 2009


Kanchipuram, Tamilnadu, SAKTHEEE2009@GMAIL.COM

An appeal to my Lord
Is it a blessing or curse?
Is it a heaven or hell?
Am I in the hands of Lord or devil?
It�s my state, my Lord, to know
There are some nobles and angels and
A lot of devils among them
There is a smile of glee and beauty and
Also a lot of evidences for endless sorrows
Am I a man - blessed or cursed
my Lord! come to answer me and
hear my appeal to live with peace
Victories are following me in my way and
the failures are guiding me ahead
There is a delightful dawn in the east but
there is a great threatening from dark west
There is a plenty of meals in a golden plate but
many worms are moving in it
To live or to die
It is my question of this second
My God!
Come and answer me with your grace
The present state of my mind has been narrated as a poem
He can change my tears in to joy
Will He do? It is a question and my appeal to my Lord
He has to cure my pains and wounds

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By sakthee Ravichandran, Jul 13, 2009


Kanchipuram, Tamilnadu, Sakkthee2009@gmail.com

Time-barred love
You have crossed me as breeze
at my forty five
Your crossing made me forget
my age and the present
Your face and eyes played many plays
in my wavering heart
They painted your face and thoughts
as a monument of this life
Your talk and walk pushed me
in to the pool of honey
Your name inspired me
to write a number of poems
you and your love are the only sun
at the day break of my dark night

A matured still amateurish crush. Romantic heart is always youthful. Thanks for a
sensitive poem with great sensitivity. Regards

Varanasi Ramabrahmam, Pondicherry


Jul 13, 2009

One divine Tamil poet Kannadhasan said,


"You play motherly part
Father is your heart
When I have your company
How will end my song's journey?'

In English you say the same


Please carry on this poetic game

M V Venkataraman, Chennai
Jul 13, 2009

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By Sakthi S Ravichandran, Jul 11, 2009


Kanchipuram, TN, sakthee2009@gmail.com

Heavens are not too far


Heavens are not too far, my dear
They are very close to your eyes
Dark is not permanent and grieves too
Light a candle to vanish your dark and
Smile and laugh your griefs to conquer
Is lying in bed a solution?
To your hunger and starving
No dear, just open your eyes and
Rise from your bed to kick your poverty
Close your hands and work
To lift yourself and this earth
Luxuries are very near and
Millions and trillions are waiting for your arrival
Crowns and countries are waiting to adorn you
Just rise your shoulders and thoughts
Enough! That is enough to have above all

A fine poet with full of optimism


Never writing at any cost too much
This poem is bubbling with enthusiasm
In moderation the poet is very rich.

M V Venkataraman, Chennai
Jul 11, 2009

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By Sakthi S Ravichandran, Jul 10, 2009


Kanchipuram, Tamilnadu, SAKTHEEE2009@GMAIL.COM

My Dreams to realise
I dream to go beyond the sky
and beyond my life
I want to count the stars of the sky
and the number of waves hit the shore
The vision of my soul
and the vision of God
The feelings of death
and the memories of past births
Everything, everything
I want to know to realize
the secrets of my life
My past forty five may go but
my present seconds will do
To find and realize all the secrets of my life

Emerson correctly said


"Knowledge is knowing that we cannot know"
A golden word from his head
Truths God will not be showing
Ever only mysteries flow

M V Venkataraman, Chennai
Jul 11, 2009

Sakthi Sir, I also feel the same and I am sure many like you and I wish to realise all
that you have said and would have at least once in their lifetime given a thought.
Nicely said in your verse. Thank you.

Dr Pooja G Bhuyar, Bijapur


Jul 10, 2009

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By Sakthi S Ravichandran, Jul 08, 2009


Kanchipuram, Tamilnadu, SAKTHEEE2009@GMAIL.COM

Death of Sweet Sun


The Western sun sets in the death
and made this earth to dwell in dark
His smiling face emits a light
in all dark gloomy weeping hearts
His dance and voice are everywhere as air
and entertain God in His hours of distress
He may be born in western sphere
he mingled with us as musical air
He may take our lovely star
to adorn His holy world
May His soul rest in peace
and this tribute reach his feet
See his face in all dancers
and hear his voice in all music notes
Sun never dies or sets forever
and it will rise again in east for sure
_______________________________________________________________
Composed and dedicated to the great pop singer Michael Jackson as a tribute

A very kind expression


Done with true affection
Now he has God's protection
And souls like you giving cushion.

M V Venkataraman, Chennai
Jul 08, 2009

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By Sakthi S Ravichandran, Jul 07, 2009


Kanchipuram, TN, SAKTHEEE2009@GMAIL.COM

Oh! Death
You are too cruel
You are selfish and partial
Right from the beginning of this world
All nobles and the good you swallow
Your atrocity is increasing day by day
Your devilish activities are crossing all limits
If I get powers to punish
I shall send you into the hell
What a cruel devil you are!
You have taken all our blessed fruits of Lord
You will have to answer for all
At His eternal call
Death is the king of Justice
He gives none any concession
If someone gives a false promise
To get from him any relaxation
Please do not at all believe this
As death is God doing
the needed taxation
May be death will give the dead bliss
Dear friend, be joyful avoiding vexation.

M V Venkataraman, Chennai
Jul 07, 2009

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By Sakthee S Ravichandran, Jul 06, 2009


Kanchipuram, TN, SAKTHEEE2009@GMAIL.COM

Man in the World


Well it is good to help in time and
Well to feel others pains and wounds
Well to behave as a man always
Though we may be in the sky or heaven
Render your help and show your mercy
To get His help and mercy
Keep your heart as a temple of love
To place Him there as your guide
Forget your prides and crowns and
Change yourself as a child
There He will be! There He will be!
As your mother and as your playmate
Throw your anger and throw your tears
His hands will be there to wipe in your cheeks
Smile for others and weep for others
Live for others to live as a citizen of the world

Sakthi Sir, A message to the common people beautifully conveyed in your poem. One
should learn and follow all that is contained in your verse. Best wishes.

Dr Pooja G Bhuyar, Bijapur


Jul 06, 2009

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By Sakthi S Ravichanddran, Jul 01, 2009


Kanchipuram, TN, Saktee2009@gmail.com

Gospel from an Indian Poet


Come on my youths
To hear this gospel
I am with you to guide you in all
We are from His grace and
We are from His gates
Though we are same
But where we differ?

You are attacking my bothers


Who came to study for life?
We are feeling sorry and
We are shedding tears
They are your brothers and
They are also sons of this land
Don�t show your hatred and
Don�t become their enemies
You are welcome to this land
To learn the path of peace and love

The World is going mad


In violence peace is had
Though this is very bad
Those who do this are glad
Better to avoid those
who hate
Before it is too late
We are not born to be
soon Mr Late
We must achieve something great.

M V Venkataraman, Chennai
Jul 08, 2009

Don't spread your pearls before swines...

Ch J Satyananda Kumar, Visakhapatnam


Jul 02, 2009

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By Sakthi S Ravichandran, Jun 27, 2009


Kanchipuram, TN, sakthee2009@gmail.com

An unfortunate King
I am an unfortunate king in my wars
Triumphs always reached my enemy�s hands
My sword failed to fetch the fruits of victories
and it made wounds in my hands and in my body
My shield forgot to save me from the daggers
and it added burden on my back when I was tired
The arrows from my bow failed to reach the target
and they killed my soldiers instead
My crown and my rule in my land
Kept me still not as a king but as a stranger
When will I swear and when will I marry
The girl of good luck, the fortunate fairy?
Dear Sri Sakthi, A King is a King. He never accepts defeat. More than luck, hardwork
and determination always pay rich dividends in war or life. A king should not express
his sorrows in public!

Ch J Satyananda Kumar, Visakhapatnam


Jun 29, 2009

Copyright � 2009 Muse India

Poetries from India


From the footsteps of My beloved Great poet Rabidranath Tagore
I am Presnting this book
To my mother nation

Saktheee S Ravichandran

India

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