Thursday, December 16, 2010
The poetry of an immature poet
I am neither lyrical JOHN KEATSnor the great WB YEATSI have never reached great heightsI am in my preliminary plightsI talk about fundamental rightsor the beauty of Diwali lightsmost of my poetry is immaturebut my friends praise it very pureI know for surethey don't want to hurt my heartand never critisize my artbecause it is the most sensitive partBut I know my own limitsI have got fewer meritsthan unidentified demerits
the moods and needs of a poet
A poet is quite an ordinary human beingWhatever he writes may not be a great sayingYou may read it for the time beingAnd even question the timing but enjoy its rhyming
A poet has many ups and downsSometimes she unnecessarily frownsHer creations are not always the greatest crownsThere may be some laughing clowns
In the poetic garden, all are not beautiful rosesThere may be some ugly wild flowersSome flowers may not have any seedsJust like some poems have no reads
But the poet’s greatest duty is continually to writeIt may be utterly wrong or absolutely rightLike a soaring rocket it may reach the greatest heightOr it may fall flat like a broken kite
A poet has many ups and downsSometimes she unnecessarily frownsHer creations are not always the greatest crownsThere may be some laughing clowns
In the poetic garden, all are not beautiful rosesThere may be some ugly wild flowersSome flowers may not have any seedsJust like some poems have no reads
But the poet’s greatest duty is continually to writeIt may be utterly wrong or absolutely rightLike a soaring rocket it may reach the greatest heightOr it may fall flat like a broken kite
WHAT IS THIS LIFE EVEN ON CHRISTMAS?
We always suffer from strifeThose who love even their foes are great
Love is the best word to hearJesus has created us to have a meaningful lifeThen heavenly Father comes nearJealousy is a double edged knife
Kindness and mercy are the eternal valuesJesus is an embodiment of supreme sacrificeReligion is not an amalgamation of ritualsBut it should keep us away from vice
December makes me remember Jesus ChristHe is undoubtedly the son of GodHe is greater than Mount EverestAnd relieve us of our fraud
Love is the best word to hearJesus has created us to have a meaningful lifeThen heavenly Father comes nearJealousy is a double edged knife
Kindness and mercy are the eternal valuesJesus is an embodiment of supreme sacrificeReligion is not an amalgamation of ritualsBut it should keep us away from vice
December makes me remember Jesus ChristHe is undoubtedly the son of GodHe is greater than Mount EverestAnd relieve us of our fraud
A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN'S SHOWERBATH
Innumerable beautiful things in nature to beholdMany delightful stories have been toldThe sun rays kissing a perennial riverThe buzzing bees sucking a lovely flower
The silver mist on the mountainThe waterfalls like a fountainThe pretty moon in the vast skyMigrating birds flying so high
A beautiful woman taking a shower bathA religious man walking on a holy pathThe melodious cuckoo singing a sonorous songA stern teacher correcting a student’s wrong
The driver’s relentlessly blowing the hornThe solitary reaper harvesting the yellow cornThe batsman’s hitting the ball to the coverWe are indebted to our life giver for ever
The silver mist on the mountainThe waterfalls like a fountainThe pretty moon in the vast skyMigrating birds flying so high
A beautiful woman taking a shower bathA religious man walking on a holy pathThe melodious cuckoo singing a sonorous songA stern teacher correcting a student’s wrong
The driver’s relentlessly blowing the hornThe solitary reaper harvesting the yellow cornThe batsman’s hitting the ball to the coverWe are indebted to our life giver for ever
The bridge between east and west
The sun rises in the east And sets in the westLord Krishna flourished in the eastAnd Jesus Christ blossomed in the west
Sanskrit is the purest language English is the most popular in the present ageValmiki was a great Indian sageThoreau’s each word is an adage
East is famous for spiritualityWest is known for material prosperitySpirituality without prosperity may be idealProsperity with spirituality is feasible
Colonization may be an evilEven the west was suffered by the devilI want to be a bridge between East and westBecause I can not say which is best
Sanskrit is the purest language English is the most popular in the present ageValmiki was a great Indian sageThoreau’s each word is an adage
East is famous for spiritualityWest is known for material prosperitySpirituality without prosperity may be idealProsperity with spirituality is feasible
Colonization may be an evilEven the west was suffered by the devilI want to be a bridge between East and westBecause I can not say which is best
Saturday, September 25, 2010
THE POETIC GARDEN
Poets are plants
They make the world a garden
Every plant is unique
Every poet is a critic
Each plant has a different root
Every poet has a noble thought
A plant gives us a nice flower
A poet has a great word power
A plant gives us a delicious fruit
A poet’s words are as sweet
A flower will bloom
A poet relieves us our gloom
Plants add to nature’s beauty
A poet does his/her poetic duty
Plants need the sun to grow
Poets need wisdom to glow
Plants purify nature
Poets glorify its feature
Plants help us in many ways
Poets radiate their literary rays
Without plants there is no nature
Without poets there is no future
So I worship plants
And adore poets
They make the world a garden
Every plant is unique
Every poet is a critic
Each plant has a different root
Every poet has a noble thought
A plant gives us a nice flower
A poet has a great word power
A plant gives us a delicious fruit
A poet’s words are as sweet
A flower will bloom
A poet relieves us our gloom
Plants add to nature’s beauty
A poet does his/her poetic duty
Plants need the sun to grow
Poets need wisdom to glow
Plants purify nature
Poets glorify its feature
Plants help us in many ways
Poets radiate their literary rays
Without plants there is no nature
Without poets there is no future
So I worship plants
And adore poets
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
MAN WITHOUT HUMANITY
A lion does not kill another lion
A tiger does not annihilate another tiger
But a man slaughters another man
For his own selfish reason
A brother kills his own brother
The sin or crime he does not bother
Man is given wonderful brain
Most times it goes in vain
Man assassinates man in the name of religion
Or for the mere difference of region
A woman burnt her own daughter
The illicit contact is the real matter
Man is worse than a beast
He does anything for his own feast
Shywolf(a fellow poet) is rather depressed
Because man’s humanity is compressed
Man should preserve his own race
He should never lose his grace
Let’s all pray for world peace
And not divide it piece by piece
A tiger does not annihilate another tiger
But a man slaughters another man
For his own selfish reason
A brother kills his own brother
The sin or crime he does not bother
Man is given wonderful brain
Most times it goes in vain
Man assassinates man in the name of religion
Or for the mere difference of region
A woman burnt her own daughter
The illicit contact is the real matter
Man is worse than a beast
He does anything for his own feast
Shywolf(a fellow poet) is rather depressed
Because man’s humanity is compressed
Man should preserve his own race
He should never lose his grace
Let’s all pray for world peace
And not divide it piece by piece
Thursday, September 16, 2010
I AM A BIG THIEF
I am a big thief
And I live in Independent India
On the 64th independence day
I was beaten almost to death
By the police
Because I was hungry
And tried to steal
An apple from a fruit vendor’s
On the same day
I saw the photograph
Of an officer
In all the leading news papers
He was given the best administrator’s
Award by the GOVERNMENT
He takes bribes everyday openly
I am a big thief and sinner
He is a great officer and award winner
And I live in Independent India
On the 64th independence day
I was beaten almost to death
By the police
Because I was hungry
And tried to steal
An apple from a fruit vendor’s
On the same day
I saw the photograph
Of an officer
In all the leading news papers
He was given the best administrator’s
Award by the GOVERNMENT
He takes bribes everyday openly
I am a big thief and sinner
He is a great officer and award winner
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
T AM A WHORE
The other day I was raided
And arrested
With my visitor
And sent to the prison
By the police
I am a whore
Today she was also raided
But she was interviewed live
By all the TV channels
She was a cine actress
She and I do the same thing
In the dark
She is getting popularized
I am being demoralized
I am a whore
She is an actress
And arrested
With my visitor
And sent to the prison
By the police
I am a whore
Today she was also raided
But she was interviewed live
By all the TV channels
She was a cine actress
She and I do the same thing
In the dark
She is getting popularized
I am being demoralized
I am a whore
She is an actress
WHO AM I?
I am alone
But this universe is mine
I may not have a home
In the entire world I can roam
Most times I feel lonely
Sometimes I think the Globe is my family
I may be poor
But my heart is very pure
I may be blind
But I am very kind
I never think of my pain
But I always wish for others’ gain
I can see with my mind’s eye
My thoughts soar into the sky
I always live in imagination
And anticipate people’s emancipation
I am neither a man
Nor a woman
I am a universal human
I don’t belong to any region
Humanity is my religion
I am a huge tree
I am very free
I am a wonderful bird
And fly all over the word
I am as swift as fishes
And cross all the oceans
I am a different animal
I do not live in a kernel
Or even in a tunnel
I am a poem, a song, an art----
Who am I?
Yours lovingly
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
But this universe is mine
I may not have a home
In the entire world I can roam
Most times I feel lonely
Sometimes I think the Globe is my family
I may be poor
But my heart is very pure
I may be blind
But I am very kind
I never think of my pain
But I always wish for others’ gain
I can see with my mind’s eye
My thoughts soar into the sky
I always live in imagination
And anticipate people’s emancipation
I am neither a man
Nor a woman
I am a universal human
I don’t belong to any region
Humanity is my religion
I am a huge tree
I am very free
I am a wonderful bird
And fly all over the word
I am as swift as fishes
And cross all the oceans
I am a different animal
I do not live in a kernel
Or even in a tunnel
I am a poem, a song, an art----
Who am I?
Yours lovingly
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
Monday, September 13, 2010
POETS ARE BLESSED
POETS ARE BLESSED
Poets are the most blessed
But their grievances are never redressed
They are creatures of great sensitivity
On the depressed and the oppressed they take pity
They can foresee
What even the sun can not see
Their heart is made of butter
Even the richest are no better
Poets may be emotional
And sometimes irrational
But their views are international
Their writings are sensational
Some poets may be addicted to wine
But their poetry shines better than sunshine
Like birds they have wings
Sweeter are their sayings
Poets have no death
They never leave this earth
They survive in the readers’ hearts
Poetry is one of the great arts
The society honours the rich elite
And neglects the poet and the patriot
I pay my tribute to the unidentified poet
And salutes the unknown patriot
Yours lovingly,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
Poets are the most blessed
But their grievances are never redressed
They are creatures of great sensitivity
On the depressed and the oppressed they take pity
They can foresee
What even the sun can not see
Their heart is made of butter
Even the richest are no better
Poets may be emotional
And sometimes irrational
But their views are international
Their writings are sensational
Some poets may be addicted to wine
But their poetry shines better than sunshine
Like birds they have wings
Sweeter are their sayings
Poets have no death
They never leave this earth
They survive in the readers’ hearts
Poetry is one of the great arts
The society honours the rich elite
And neglects the poet and the patriot
I pay my tribute to the unidentified poet
And salutes the unknown patriot
Yours lovingly,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
Saturday, September 11, 2010
A FAIRY'S SMILE
A FAIRY’S SMILE
Seven days ago I went to my coconut farm
And saw a fairy in her beautiful form
She was like a real dame
I followed her without any shame
I was bewitched by her teasing smile
And I set aside my reading file
I forgot my scholarship and wisdom for a while
And was fooled for her style
She led me to her unknown land
I caught her tender hand
We lay on the soft sand
I thought she was a pure miss
And longed for her hot kiss
Our love game was very grand
I thought As if I were in heaven
With her I spent days seven
The last day I had a bad dream
A demon shook my left arm
I was in hospital bed
The doctor was testing my blood
My heart trembled like a swift flood
I paid the penalty for my fraud
I became very sad
Because I got the punishment from God
The poem can be published for free as long as the name of the author is included and is given credit for publication. You may use the link http://englishmonger.blogspot.com/, if the poem is published online.
Yours lovingly,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
Seven days ago I went to my coconut farm
And saw a fairy in her beautiful form
She was like a real dame
I followed her without any shame
I was bewitched by her teasing smile
And I set aside my reading file
I forgot my scholarship and wisdom for a while
And was fooled for her style
She led me to her unknown land
I caught her tender hand
We lay on the soft sand
I thought she was a pure miss
And longed for her hot kiss
Our love game was very grand
I thought As if I were in heaven
With her I spent days seven
The last day I had a bad dream
A demon shook my left arm
I was in hospital bed
The doctor was testing my blood
My heart trembled like a swift flood
I paid the penalty for my fraud
I became very sad
Because I got the punishment from God
The poem can be published for free as long as the name of the author is included and is given credit for publication. You may use the link http://englishmonger.blogspot.com/, if the poem is published online.
Yours lovingly,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
Friday, September 10, 2010
THE GOD OF HURDLES, VINAYAKA
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
Other wise we have to face a lot of commotion
We wake up early in the morning
And purify our bodies with bathing
And wear new clothes and prepare delicious broths
On the wooden square frame we hang different fruits
Vinayaka is fond of dishes made of white floor
We offer the dishes to him with religious flavor
Vinayaka is called the leader of gods
Many stories are told about his glories
Vinayaka has a human body and an elephant’s head
He has a huge belly but a clever head
He is the son of Goddess Parvathi
We hope he blesses us with a lot of empathy
This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.If the poem is published on line you may use the link http://englishmonger.blogspot.com/
Yours lovingly,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
Lord Vinayaka is called the god of hurdles
Unless we worship him he creates problems
Today the Hindus perform puja to him with devotion
Other wise we have to face a lot of commotion
We wake up early in the morning
And purify our bodies with bathing
And wear new clothes and prepare delicious broths
On the wooden square frame we hang different fruits
Vinayaka is fond of dishes made of white floor
We offer the dishes to him with religious flavor
Vinayaka is called the leader of gods
Many stories are told about his glories
Vinayaka has a human body and an elephant’s head
He has a huge belly but a clever head
He is the son of Goddess Parvathi
We hope he blesses us with a lot of empathy
This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.If the poem is published on line you may use the link http://englishmonger.blogspot.com/
Yours lovingly,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
THE BLESSINGS OF WALKING
THE BLESSINGS OF WALKING
Walking is the king of exercises
It suits different age groups
And is useful for both genders
Its results are unbelievable wonders
Walk for five kilometers a day
And keeps the doctor away
You need not run like a race
But can walk at your own pace
Walking relieves your hypertension
And keeps your heart in good condition
It is a must for a diabetic
And is possible for a paralytic
It improves your vitality
And enhances your longevity
You can walk preferably in the morning
Or at least in the evening
Walking removes your bad cholesterol
And saves the consumption of petrol
Why do you eat carcinogenic fast foods in a pub?
Why don’t you join in a walkers’ club
This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit. If the poem is published on line, you may use the link
Yours lovingly,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO INDIA
Walking is the king of exercises
It suits different age groups
And is useful for both genders
Its results are unbelievable wonders
Walk for five kilometers a day
And keeps the doctor away
You need not run like a race
But can walk at your own pace
Walking relieves your hypertension
And keeps your heart in good condition
It is a must for a diabetic
And is possible for a paralytic
It improves your vitality
And enhances your longevity
You can walk preferably in the morning
Or at least in the evening
Walking removes your bad cholesterol
And saves the consumption of petrol
Why do you eat carcinogenic fast foods in a pub?
Why don’t you join in a walkers’ club
This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit. If the poem is published on line, you may use the link
Yours lovingly,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO INDIA
Thursday, September 9, 2010
THE UNCONQUERABLE HE
THE UNCONQUERABLE HE
He is an enemy to mankind
We are all afraid of HIM
He follows us like our own shadow
And comes to us only once
But we dread him like a dunce
He welcomes us cordially
But we reject his invitation rudely
We can not escape from his iron clutches
He searches us even though we hide ourselves in ditches
Man is unable to conquer him
He is too strong for them
Who is He?
What does he look like?
No body has seen him
But every body has heard about him
We reach him in many ways
Accident-----
Disease------
Suicide------
Murder-----
Old age----
The result is the same
We inevitably embrace him
Like a bride hugs
A bride groom
The poem can be published for free as long as the name of the author is included and is given credit for publication. You may use the link http://englishmonger.blogspot.com/, if the poem is published online.
Yours lovingly,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
He is an enemy to mankind
We are all afraid of HIM
He follows us like our own shadow
And comes to us only once
But we dread him like a dunce
He welcomes us cordially
But we reject his invitation rudely
We can not escape from his iron clutches
He searches us even though we hide ourselves in ditches
Man is unable to conquer him
He is too strong for them
Who is He?
What does he look like?
No body has seen him
But every body has heard about him
We reach him in many ways
Accident-----
Disease------
Suicide------
Murder-----
Old age----
The result is the same
We inevitably embrace him
Like a bride hugs
A bride groom
The poem can be published for free as long as the name of the author is included and is given credit for publication. You may use the link http://englishmonger.blogspot.com/, if the poem is published online.
Yours lovingly,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
HAPPY DAYS
HAPPY DAYS
Gone are the happy days
When we were the boys
We would play different out door games
And call the girls by names
We would climb a tree
And run with a spree
Pick the neighbors’ guavas
Swim in the canals or rivers
We would watch movies only in the theatres
And visit friends during the holidays
Or spend our time with our relatives
Go to the farms and eat the raw fruits
During the religious festivals
We would gather in the villages
Celebrate them with happiness
And delightful emotions
These days boys stay only indoors
And play only video games
They are glued to the televisions
And do not know the significance of festivals
They watch movies in the home theaters
And watch the live cricket matches
These boys don’t enjoy the beauty of their boyhood
And don’t care for their neighborhood
They don’t eat even the natural food
Their way of living is not at all good
This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.
If the poem is published online you may use the link http://englishmonger.blogspot.com
Yours lovingly,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
Gone are the happy days
When we were the boys
We would play different out door games
And call the girls by names
We would climb a tree
And run with a spree
Pick the neighbors’ guavas
Swim in the canals or rivers
We would watch movies only in the theatres
And visit friends during the holidays
Or spend our time with our relatives
Go to the farms and eat the raw fruits
During the religious festivals
We would gather in the villages
Celebrate them with happiness
And delightful emotions
These days boys stay only indoors
And play only video games
They are glued to the televisions
And do not know the significance of festivals
They watch movies in the home theaters
And watch the live cricket matches
These boys don’t enjoy the beauty of their boyhood
And don’t care for their neighborhood
They don’t eat even the natural food
Their way of living is not at all good
This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.
If the poem is published online you may use the link http://englishmonger.blogspot.com
Yours lovingly,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
OUR LIFE ON EARTH
OUR LIFE ON EARTH
Our life on earth is a mystery
But we should find a page in history
We can not get it by becoming rich
Or crying at the top of our pitch
We should do noble things
And follow the noble sayings
Read the holy books
And have benign looks
We should help the poor
And go on a holy tour
Do something for our society
On the needy we should take pity
We don’t know what happens after death
Nothing is permanent on earth
We should pray to God
And be free from any fraud
Only God should be our Lord
He is undoubtedly our guard
We should not make any sin
God saves us like his own skin
This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.
If the poem is published online you may use the linkhttp://englishmonger.blogspot.com/
Yours lovingly,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
Our life on earth is a mystery
But we should find a page in history
We can not get it by becoming rich
Or crying at the top of our pitch
We should do noble things
And follow the noble sayings
Read the holy books
And have benign looks
We should help the poor
And go on a holy tour
Do something for our society
On the needy we should take pity
We don’t know what happens after death
Nothing is permanent on earth
We should pray to God
And be free from any fraud
Only God should be our Lord
He is undoubtedly our guard
We should not make any sin
God saves us like his own skin
This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.
If the poem is published online you may use the linkhttp://englishmonger.blogspot.com/
Yours lovingly,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
Saturday, September 4, 2010
TEACHERS' DAY
TEACHERS’ DAY
We celebrate 5th September as teachers’ day
Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan was born on this very day
He showed the Indian nation the right way
His debt how can we repay?
He is a universal teacher
And a man of inimitable stature
Wisdom and simplicity are the hallmarks of his feature
Incomparable oration is his nature
He rose to the nation’s highest post
And tried to build a bridge between east and west
His philosophical teachings are the best
And his knowledge of English is very vast
He is Plato’s philosopher king
As President honour and dignity did he bring
He brought religion a new meaning
His glory and greatness I would like to sing
Yours sincerely,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
We celebrate 5th September as teachers’ day
Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan was born on this very day
He showed the Indian nation the right way
His debt how can we repay?
He is a universal teacher
And a man of inimitable stature
Wisdom and simplicity are the hallmarks of his feature
Incomparable oration is his nature
He rose to the nation’s highest post
And tried to build a bridge between east and west
His philosophical teachings are the best
And his knowledge of English is very vast
He is Plato’s philosopher king
As President honour and dignity did he bring
He brought religion a new meaning
His glory and greatness I would like to sing
Yours sincerely,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
Thursday, September 2, 2010
I AM A HUGE TREE
I AM A HUGE TREE
I am a huge tree
And I am very free
My roots are in the Indian soil
But branched out in the west with great toil
People say my roots are not seen
But my leaves are green
The trunk is very high
It is growing into the sky
The roots may be bitter
The fruits may be sweeter
I know without roots
There are no fruits
I grow up further
My roots are very stronger
I don’t know which tree I am
But I am very calm
No tempest can shake me
In my grove the bee makes honey
If you want to name
Please do it for my fame
Yours sincerely,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
“ My poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit”
Yours sincerely
IVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
I am a huge tree
And I am very free
My roots are in the Indian soil
But branched out in the west with great toil
People say my roots are not seen
But my leaves are green
The trunk is very high
It is growing into the sky
The roots may be bitter
The fruits may be sweeter
I know without roots
There are no fruits
I grow up further
My roots are very stronger
I don’t know which tree I am
But I am very calm
No tempest can shake me
In my grove the bee makes honey
If you want to name
Please do it for my fame
Yours sincerely,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
“ My poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit”
Yours sincerely
IVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
THE TYPICAL INDIAN HOUSE WIFE
THE TYPICAL INDIAN HOUSE WIFE
Have you ever seen a Goddess?
I see her every day in my house
She is none other than my wife
She adds charm to my life
She wakes up early in the morning
And starts sweeping and cleaning
For the entire family she cooks food
She is never rude
She washes the floor
And always keeps indoor
She washes our clothes
And prepares delicious broths
She doesn’t have the time even for a nap
And protects the home like a cop
She sits on my left side
And worships the gods with pride
She made me an ideal father
And became a noble mother
My daughters and I are indebted to her
I regard her as a goddess for ever
Yours sincerely,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
My poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit
Yours sincerely,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
Have you ever seen a Goddess?
I see her every day in my house
She is none other than my wife
She adds charm to my life
She wakes up early in the morning
And starts sweeping and cleaning
For the entire family she cooks food
She is never rude
She washes the floor
And always keeps indoor
She washes our clothes
And prepares delicious broths
She doesn’t have the time even for a nap
And protects the home like a cop
She sits on my left side
And worships the gods with pride
She made me an ideal father
And became a noble mother
My daughters and I are indebted to her
I regard her as a goddess for ever
Yours sincerely,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
My poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit
Yours sincerely,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
Sunday, August 29, 2010
A TRUE FRIEND
A friend shares our joy
Our heart becomes as light as a toy
A true friend shares our grief
The suffering becomes very brief
Tell me your friend, I will tell what you are
A friend should be a shining star
He will give us light
And makes our lives bright
Why don’t you choose a nice friend?
Your boredom will soon end
Friendship is a beautiful flower
It is the gift of our life giver
A friend should be our life’s cream
He/she should be a part of our team
Life is just like a game
Losing it sometimes is not a shame
A friend relieves your gloom
He/she makes your life bloom
Our life is a beautiful dream
We should make it a running stream
Yours sincerely,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
Our heart becomes as light as a toy
A true friend shares our grief
The suffering becomes very brief
Tell me your friend, I will tell what you are
A friend should be a shining star
He will give us light
And makes our lives bright
Why don’t you choose a nice friend?
Your boredom will soon end
Friendship is a beautiful flower
It is the gift of our life giver
A friend should be our life’s cream
He/she should be a part of our team
Life is just like a game
Losing it sometimes is not a shame
A friend relieves your gloom
He/she makes your life bloom
Our life is a beautiful dream
We should make it a running stream
Yours sincerely,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
Saturday, August 28, 2010
ENGLISH AND ENGLISH
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
Its spelling is un- phonetic
Its grammar is idiotic
We should know its glorious history
How it became a global language is a mystery
The English are highly polite
Their manners are a real delight
Everybody should know English for their survival
It is responsible for their cultural revival
I love English for its beauty
Teaching English is my duty
English text is my holy kit
I will try my level best to teach it
The secret of my happiness is simple
The school is my temple
Let’s all teach English with a missionary zeal
The eternal bliss we will surely feel
Yours sincerely,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
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
Its spelling is un- phonetic
Its grammar is idiotic
We should know its glorious history
How it became a global language is a mystery
The English are highly polite
Their manners are a real delight
Everybody should know English for their survival
It is responsible for their cultural revival
I love English for its beauty
Teaching English is my duty
English text is my holy kit
I will try my level best to teach it
The secret of my happiness is simple
The school is my temple
Let’s all teach English with a missionary zeal
The eternal bliss we will surely feel
Yours sincerely,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA
Sunday, March 14, 2010
spring, the king of seasoms
SPRING
Spring is the king of the seasons
Ugadi is the first of the festivals
We wear new clothes
And eat delicious broths
Mother prepares the customary mango pickle
Father worships the sickle
Nature is in her full bloom
There is no room for any gloom
The cuckoo sings early in the morning
The farmer is ready for harvesting
There are new born leaves
And pleasant breezes
Every tree has a flower
There is flowing water in the river
The wind blows very softly
The birds fly very swiftly
The winter was very cold
But the spring is very beautiful to behold
Ugadi brings in new hopes
The farmer depends on yearly crops
May this new year bring in peace!
I am able to write a poetic piece
by JVL NARASIMHA RAO
Spring is the king of the seasons
Ugadi is the first of the festivals
We wear new clothes
And eat delicious broths
Mother prepares the customary mango pickle
Father worships the sickle
Nature is in her full bloom
There is no room for any gloom
The cuckoo sings early in the morning
The farmer is ready for harvesting
There are new born leaves
And pleasant breezes
Every tree has a flower
There is flowing water in the river
The wind blows very softly
The birds fly very swiftly
The winter was very cold
But the spring is very beautiful to behold
Ugadi brings in new hopes
The farmer depends on yearly crops
May this new year bring in peace!
I am able to write a poetic piece
by JVL NARASIMHA RAO
Monday, February 8, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Free Poems: If You Would Like to Publish Your Poem on This Blog ...
Free Poems: If You Would Like to Publish Your Poem on This Blog ... HAPPY PONGAL
In India pongal is the best festival
It is not a mere ritual
We celebrate it in January
It is very very customary
It lasts for three days
Bhogi,sankranti and kanuma are the days.
On the first day we have a holy bath
Thinking that it sets us on the right path
Early in the morning we sit around the bhogi fire
Thinking it is the demon Ravana’s pyre
We put on a new and attractive attire
Dreaming life is a joyful boat shire
Children make wreaths of cowdung
Throw them into the fire like a gold ring
The villages are full of colourful bullocks
We sing folk songs taking neem sticks
The bride groom leaves for the mother-in-law’s house
The bride waits for him wearing a new saree and a blouse
Father-in-law gives the groom a costly gift
Mother-in-law makes a sumptuous feast
Younger sister-in-law teases the groom
The bride and the groom confine to the room
Mother prepares delicious dishes and pickles
Father goes to the farm worshipping the sickles
On the last day we go to the temple fair
I hope I made the happy pongal very clear
Yours sincerely,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
In India pongal is the best festival
It is not a mere ritual
We celebrate it in January
It is very very customary
It lasts for three days
Bhogi,sankranti and kanuma are the days.
On the first day we have a holy bath
Thinking that it sets us on the right path
Early in the morning we sit around the bhogi fire
Thinking it is the demon Ravana’s pyre
We put on a new and attractive attire
Dreaming life is a joyful boat shire
Children make wreaths of cowdung
Throw them into the fire like a gold ring
The villages are full of colourful bullocks
We sing folk songs taking neem sticks
The bride groom leaves for the mother-in-law’s house
The bride waits for him wearing a new saree and a blouse
Father-in-law gives the groom a costly gift
Mother-in-law makes a sumptuous feast
Younger sister-in-law teases the groom
The bride and the groom confine to the room
Mother prepares delicious dishes and pickles
Father goes to the farm worshipping the sickles
On the last day we go to the temple fair
I hope I made the happy pongal very clear
Yours sincerely,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
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